A short poem I wrote years ago…
A brief collection of some of the big questions I’ve found hard to answer for myself.
the idea of whether complete knowledge can ever cover all experience. The example, in condensed form, goes something like this; A female doctor who has a complete understanding of the optic
The child reached out with frail white hands. The tempest didn’t wait, immediately connecting forearms with the child. In a voice as quiet as hope, the tempest spoke.“Calm down, shhhhh, ignore the onlookers.” Her beauty and grace