What we are
F or all its beauty, its grandeur, its vastness and finite stretches of self invented time; for all its knowledge, its experience, its varieties of sorrow and its occasional joys; for all its gods and devils, demons and saints, its well thought out schemes of death overcome... the journey of the mind is but a fabulous dream, a brief ripple on the shallow waters of our lives. Come, lets try and see this place where life is always beginning, where nothing is ever fully born or ever fully dies,... Sign in to see full entry.