Yes. I choose to play His game. I have seen in passing the shapes in the dark wood that may be Him, but we have not yet been introduced. Not in any proper way.
And every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. The end is the beginning is the end. The circle comes to an end, and everything stays the same outside.
Tell me about your piano? Why is it in the wood? What is it you play when it calls to you?
ReplyDeleteIf you're doing Smashing Pumpkins covers, I can't say I'll harken to your symphony, but I might still hearken to your voice...
And the knife -- a sword in the stone reference? Wait ye then for an Arthur to draw it forth?
Won't you introduce me to your knight, Robert? I want to go deeper...
Oh my god, Cordelia. Stop commenting with my damn account. Excuse her, please.
ReplyDeleteThe end IS but the beginning...No matter your music taste... You must understand the relevance.
ReplyDeleteMy knight?
Do you want him to be introduced to you?
Or...perhaps such an introduction has already taken place?
As for the piano...
That is a matter of entertainment if anything. But who says such a piano is mine?
Since you are pressing such questions upon me I presume you have chosen to play His game?
Then I have much to prepare.
Yes. I choose to play His game. I have seen in passing the shapes in the dark wood that may be Him, but we have not yet been introduced. Not in any proper way.
ReplyDeleteAnd every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. The end is the beginning is the end. The circle comes to an end, and everything stays the same outside.
Wise words indeed.
ReplyDeleteThen let me think and let us play.
Oh, God, Robert, what's happened to you...?
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