Nothing persists
like an abandoned
neverendingness.
[Note: I wrote this long enough ago that I'm no longer sure what it's about, but, reading it newly, it seems to make sense. When we're haunted by lost love, lost childhood, lost whatever, it's because they were "supposed to" last forever...so they are. The sequence seems to be: We decide that something will last forever. Later we decide that that something is lost, gone, dead. But we don't then change the original decision that it will last forever. That's still sitting there, right where we put it. So we are surrounded by ghosts, the only way something can persist once we decide it's dead. Our decisions are more powerful than we think.]
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Dean Blehert
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