Drabble - Into the Mystic
Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
~Van Morrison
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Mortal man marks the passage of time by the rising of the sun, the changing of the seasons, the phases of the moon. A sailor’s life was likewise measured - by the turn of the tide, the toll of the bell.
But what is time, really? A measure of a man’s life, or measure of a man’s death? If one does not exist, does time stop? Does time exist outside of man…or within?
The answer was simpler before the day time stood still for one man and ceased to exist for the other. When soul and spirit flew into the mystic.
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Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
~Van Morrison
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Mortal man marks the passage of time by the rising of the sun, the changing of the seasons, the phases of the moon. A sailor’s life was likewise measured - by the turn of the tide, the toll of the bell.
But what is time, really? A measure of a man’s life, or measure of a man’s death? If one does not exist, does time stop? Does time exist outside of man…or within?
The answer was simpler before the day time stood still for one man and ceased to exist for the other. When soul and spirit flew into the mystic.
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