<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460363" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>0005 'what Is There To Live For?</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">and you asked this question<br>half-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?) <br>but we, knowing alas your high intelligence, <br>must pause, reflect, before we answer you...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we could just say, in our severest tones -<br>that question comes from a nowhere, no-time place<br>where ignorance is loved, and knowledge is denied..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd say, off the cuff, damn you, do just what you like...<br>you'll do that anyway..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but if you want some words from me..<br>(who knows the power of words, despite<br>all evidence to the contrary?) -<br>some words about what you already know...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd say, the answer's in the shortest word<br>inside your question - 'is': <br>that tiny window in our life<br>between the past - that which has shaped your 'is' -<br>and future - which your 'is' will make for you; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">that tiny window, which the gift of life<br>(and what else do we know of this?) <br>offers you through all your lived-in life -<br>gift, to be free; of past and future; simply be, <br>live in a world of free unselfishness, <br>be anything and everything, be what you wish -<br>or better still, be what unsullied life<br>continually offers you out of the blue...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or you could count your blessings -<br>think as Mark has written, just so beautifully, to you...<br>you'll do just what you do, when all things have been said<br>and all things written down in words - damn you -<br>though I for one believe you far from damned..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knocked upon your door - you didn't answer me; <br>so now I'm running round the back, <br>calling through that tiny window<br>of your very present life; and just to say, <br>you know yourself; know all the questions, all the answers; but<br>I'm here for you...and by the way, that ' I ' means we...</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460363" data-title="0005 'what Is There To Live For? de Michael Shepherd" data-description="and you asked this question half-privately, half publicly, (so there's some hope then?) but we, knowing alas your high intelligence, must pause, reflect, before we answer you... we could just say, in our severest tones - that question comes fro..."></div> </div> </div>

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