i am not an x-files guy so miss the connection ..but i love brief poems that cause thought .. so in reading i thought of the terror primitive humans felt whet eclipses occurred .. until they found out it was something that was in passing ... and so for the internal man eh!? darkness and fear causing anxiety and feelings of hopelessness send one into a death spiral ..until we realize it is ..only in passing ... and then life begins ... in truth and comfort and assurance ... great little poem .. totally agree with your title
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I am an X file fanatic. What a great time in television...X-files, Millennium, The Highlander...sigh
I don't agree however. I think truths are mutable and vague. It's like sitting on a hearth and saying/THAT's fire...no THAT's fire, no THAT's fire...
In the end, the answers are not nearly as profound as the questions. The question can remain, unchanged.
This is a wonderful little poem.
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..