Oh how wonderful life is,
Yet I see it only for its frailties.
Oh how eternal time is,
Yet I think only of death.
Oh the goodness of the common man,
Yet I remain a cynic.
Ah the multitude of Gods,
Yet I see only one.
(Atreya wrote this as a reflection of my life state, after we had talked extensively over a few of my lowest days.)
Yet I see it only for its frailties.
Oh how eternal time is,
Yet I think only of death.
Oh the goodness of the common man,
Yet I remain a cynic.
Ah the multitude of Gods,
Yet I see only one.
(Atreya wrote this as a reflection of my life state, after we had talked extensively over a few of my lowest days.)
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