A midnight musing.

Taichiliberal

Shaken, not stirred!
Rain washes away the pretense of strength, as we shelter from it. Faith washes away the arrogance of knowledge, as we need it in absence of answers. Time washes away the ideals of importance, as all drifts away into the sea of the forgotten...becoming mists, becoming clouds...becoming rain.
 
Interesting saying, never heard that one before.

Not sure if I agree with it or not though, I'd have to think on it for awhile.
 
Rain washes away the pretense of strength, as we shelter from it. Faith washes away the arrogance of knowledge, as we need it in absence of answers. Time washes away the ideals of importance, as all drifts away into the sea of the forgotten...becoming mists, becoming clouds...becoming rain.

I like it, it's the circle of life. :good4u:
 
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