My thoughts are being
tossed by the gentle
winds of time..

'The world is turning
I thought..

I ponder four horses
grazing in a field..

Surely the horse is
a symbol for something
greater..

Then I thought..

Everthing is a symbol
for something else..

We dance on the fringes
of space and time as
living symbols of the
ultimate real..

But why must we think
in such terms?

The eye is not satisfied
with the mere fact of a
blue sky..we must seek
the ultimate blue sky
behind the veil..

Behind the impenetrable
veil we trust for the
meaning behind every
symbol

We are creatures of the
symbol..

Everything in terms of
something else..

And something else is
something else..

The world is turning,
but we can weary ourselves
trying to comprehend it..

So be it..

Whatever I discover..will
it not be the truth?

What is there to fear when
we finally discover the
truth?

Will we lose everything?

Will we gain an unimaginable
inheritance?

All symbols..

Still..I am what I am..and
you are that you are..

And we both know..that the
world is turning..~