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September 2009 
our mountains turned to sand upon a shore
Posted on Dec 22nd, 2008
by 
Andrei
Andrei
A human life is so short.
In the greater timeline of our planet, it is a small dot.
It is love that makes it feel so large and important. Love of self and love of others.
To me, though I know it not to be true, my baby girl is the largest and most permanent seeming force in the universe, save possibly gravity. My love for her is so consuming that it fills my consciousness with more space than it has ever had. In the same way a place of great natural beauty seems eternal, so does my love for her. Because it feels like this she seems all of the timeline or the timeline of all living things breaths through her.
I am filled up with that love and suddenly the small blip that is my life seems somehow so large and lasting in that I can not ever see a time, though my body waste away and return to stardust, when the energy that flows from my love would ever dissipate.
This life is so short. Mine and my little Raine's - we will pass - our mountains turned to sand upon a shore. But the life of love is eternity - until then - it is forever, it is perennial, it is.
In the greater timeline of our planet, it is a small dot.
It is love that makes it feel so large and important. Love of self and love of others.
To me, though I know it not to be true, my baby girl is the largest and most permanent seeming force in the universe, save possibly gravity. My love for her is so consuming that it fills my consciousness with more space than it has ever had. In the same way a place of great natural beauty seems eternal, so does my love for her. Because it feels like this she seems all of the timeline or the timeline of all living things breaths through her.
I am filled up with that love and suddenly the small blip that is my life seems somehow so large and lasting in that I can not ever see a time, though my body waste away and return to stardust, when the energy that flows from my love would ever dissipate.
This life is so short. Mine and my little Raine's - we will pass - our mountains turned to sand upon a shore. But the life of love is eternity - until then - it is forever, it is perennial, it is.
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