My refuge is a Sunlit Sky
No man can wander 'round this globe
A staff in hand and hermit robe
From child-like fresh to well-scarred old
And fail to note so many ills.
He may be brilliant, rich in skills
And never want for bread or gold
But if there lurks a heart beneath
The baking soda white smile teeth
Then surely he will ponder grief
And search at times for sweet...
In Saturn's patient shadow
Shielded from the Sun's glare
I lingered for a while
Reflecting on the sunlit byways
As yet, untraveled
Where Man, one day
Soaking in the Rings
And saturated in immensity
I'm delighted to see
And hear, and sense
The Great Cosmic Kindness
A latent, hidden Force
Uplifting and yet sobering
That calls us tiny...
I have stood on the surface of Mars
and seen, high in the sky, at sunset
a tiny star, bright but small
reminding me, in all its pale blue fragility
of the smallness of Man.
We are dreamers, you and I,
fellow travelers, for a while
puzzling out, musingly,
the greatest quest ever conceived.
I love Life, and the gift
given to us, short-lived creatures,
to ponder the vast Universe....
"THE MOST DANGEROUS RISK OF ALL - THE RISK OF SPENDING YOUR LIFE NOT DOING WHAT YOU WANT ON THE BET YOU CAN BUY YOURSELF THE FREEDOM LATER..."
Veritas is a Latin word meaning truth... A symbol of my longing for freedom and my hobby of flying things. To see the world on the ground and in the air, and to truly live a life exemplified by truthfulness - Veritas.
I list below...
(Background: I have been doing some writing for a website called 'Quora'. I've written just over 100 answers to questions asked by Internet users. This response I wrote had garnered well over 20,000 views and 130 upvotes in a 24 hour period. But once again, their moderator team abruptly censored my writing, and collapsed my answer. I have been repeatedly harassed and threatened by one or more...
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