Life is a little baby developing within a transparent seashell; an old vinyl being played over and over while the children are asleep. Life is a tiny miniscule rubber ball that bounces over and over and high and higher until it falls to the ground and then just rolls… and rolls. Life is performance done by a mute a blind and a deaf… not knowing what to hear, say, or see. It is a blind step on a thin and fragile rail; where the train pursues what you do, and seems it is coming after you. Life is nothing else than art and poetry; disturbing and awing wonder. A secret that everyone knows of but no one really knows it. Life is to be enjoyed and not wasted. Life is to be loved and respected.

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