Ripples in Memory
As long as the trembling lights at the top of the candles remind us about their phantasmal existence, we still remember those ones who died saving us. The most attentive of us can even remember some faces. We live our lives as we used to, never changing the habitual way, and every year at the same day we get reminded that it's time to mourn again. How cynical.
And when the candles are burnt down, when only some diffluent wax is left from their original strictness, we're happy to forget everything again, and like a heap of puppets wait for another year - for the Master to come and to blow the dust away from our faces and memory.
And when the candles are burnt down, when only some diffluent wax is left from their original strictness, we're happy to forget everything again, and like a heap of puppets wait for another year - for the Master to come and to blow the dust away from our faces and memory.
posted by Attera Nox at 6:30 PM
1 Comments:
Thanks for your message, and good luck to you too! As for the test... yeah, i tried it and actually it made me even more convinced in my opinion that still there can't be perfect sinners or perfect righteous ones... I guess for some that's the matter of religion, for some - just a matter of personal beliefs, but as for me - there just can't be something just black or just white... Good and evil are the polars of a whole indivisible substance, which exists only inside of us. And it's up to us to make the choice. And it depends on this decision, how will you finally perceive the space some of us used to call Heaven or Hell... But that's just my personal opinion, I don't try to impose it.
Anyway, thank you, though maybe after this post you'll damn me...:/ Take care.
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