THE SACRED SPRINT
In trying to be swift, we end
up slow. By trying to be wise
we look stupid. Such paradoxes
abound in a secular land : one
where people laugh at disaster
and tumble over each other to
make their stylish points.
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Unmitigated circumstances are
motions to dismiss - it always
seems that way. And so swiftly
we are remiss to correct improper
ends. As a wind that bellows
through the Winter-pines, we
make noise where none should
be : acting too swift for the
speed, and seeing too well
for the blind.
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