Thursday, March 29, 2012

It shimmered in the water...

...this thought.

Even if there is no meaning to any of this - to life, to death, to the stumbles or strides in between - the quest for it itself is evidence of something invincible inside of us. Invincible, yet vulnerable. The stuff real heroes are made of.
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