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Nov 03, 2009
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Final Frontier...
The final frontier...
Ghost hunters and me.
All the conjecture...
Some believe.
Some don't.
I don't know.
Something in me wants to believe.
To think that something so beautiful as a life
Is nothing more than a bundle of neurons and electrical impulses
Seems such a waste.
Note... I do not exclude...The lives of my pets.
I speculate here...
Maybe...
It is us!
Maybe we are the repository of all those beautiful things.
Why not?
With all the imperfections, with all the things we are.
Maybe we are that etching on the universe.
As long as there is someone to remember
The essence of the spirit will survive.
I will do my part.
Some will do a better job.
Thanks for giving me the opportunity
To try...
— Geezer, Nov 03, 2009
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Critiques
Kailashana
16 years 7 months ago
Jeeze Geeze, This aches of
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
My Dearest Gee … I dont
Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
Final Frontier...
lyz
16 years 7 months ago
Im with Them, wow
DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
Such a … well I am not
Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
Melancholy and sadness...
DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
Of coarse I wonder Gee.
Nordic cloud
16 years 7 months ago
no one has the answer for you,