The Meaning of Life

The morning sun is glowing, with it’s golden rays of old. All the outside critters skerry or at least that’s what we’re told.

The beams of light, they glisten off the shining ice and snow, like the twinkling stars above us before they have to go.

It’s graceful spinning motion makes not the slightest sound, the power and volucity that forms and shapes the ground.

Our lives to us are so important, yet as minor as can be. How must we understand the universe, before the vastness of the sea?

– Liseanne Roy 2014

“We’re just spinning at 1675 km/h on a rock through space.” – K.H.

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