Ghosts of Intentions
Ghosts of intention and feelings float through our world. Long after we’ve moved on, if we’ve expressed something, its echo remains. Words, drawings, buildings, trinkets, advice- they remain and influence. Something. Somewhere. Someone.
Ghosts of intention and feelings float through our world. Long after we’ve moved on, if we’ve expressed something, its echo remains. Words, drawings, buildings, trinkets, advice- they remain and influence. Something. Somewhere. Someone.
The touch of our presence can be like the initial catalyst of a Rube Goldberg contraption: Ping. And then what? And then where? Convoluted roads, perhaps so convoluted that no one can even pick out that it was you. You right now. Doing...what?
Paying no heed to fame or fortune, expense or triviality- to simply do. To simply act. If we work from our genuine root, exploring our surroundings, taking it in and then constructing something to share beyond ourselves, cannot that be a perfect and beautiful legacy?
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