Conversations With Hune (Part Two)

E Eric Cockrell Eric Cockrell
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does rain fall, or does the earth rise? is the moon the mistress of the sun? do trees mourn when leaves fall? do mountains dance when the earth is sleeping? do wars express man's heart? are they blood sacrifices to man's fears? are the gods men worship merely extensions of their selves... be the self the disease, or the cure? does love always demand crucifixion? and who is it that we crucify? is the darkness of night any different than the light of day? who wrote the book before there were words? the more alike we are the more we hate! do we worship birth by killing? are we then fools to define the wind? much less try to hold it! hands were made to be open, yet we always grasp. we are born to die, yet we are afraid! of what? time itself much like sand... always shifting, and hiding footprints!

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