One must bend like a reed but cut like a blade to withstand the stream. The world is has largely become a torrent of confusion, full of people seeking fleeting satisfaction and desperate it provide real meaning. Is there an answer to a question I haven't posed? Is there a pose to a sculpture without form? It feels like scrying a storm at sea and waiting for it to wash over me. Nice post, suitably ambiguous and sufficiently concrete.
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts @cupidzero. :)