Saturday, June 07, 2014

Purpose

There was a time when purpose could be imagined. Although our focus eventually erodes, it is possible to imagine a streamlined future. I can’t even do that. It is with my imagination that I have lost. I am unable to imagine clarity. With clarity, I imagine vague and confusing futures. I suppose the only edifying prospect now is that of clutter. Clutter and crumble, the gifts of maturity. 

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