Irrelevance of mystery

Hot dang is this world a mystery. The sky is still blue; a crescent moon hangs over the center of the horizon; a jet lays a vapor trail as a commercial aircraft makes its approach to land; clouds are like brush strokes adding accent; all framed by trees.

How we ended up here is probably the deepest, longest lasting inquiry. Regardless, it’s these things that almost make that question irrelevant.

November 12, 2018


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