this transient life

May 24, 2014

– is all i have ever known. but what is knowing, anyway? i have heard tales of another kingdom, another life, another knowing- stories and visions stir a strange emotion in my heart- a glorious, dreaded hope. who can stay unmoved by the promise of such majesty, a picture so divine?

– cannot be all there is to it; if my imagination alone can conjure beauty that makes my heart beat faster- surely my imagination cannot be the highest attainment there is to be had; surely my imagination builds upon truth.

– truth is shy, and unforward. would that we were better friends, along with wisdom.


i meant to talk of other things, but i find i cannot. i wish i could. why do i dread my hope?


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