The search for 'wider meaning' has dominated the thoughts of humans as far back as literature and history can trace. Some have found that there simply isn't meaning to our existence, whereas others have chosen to cling to things such as their religious convictions to find stability in their lifestyles, of which I am an advocate. Whatever this may be, it can only accentuate on the infinitesimal existence of man in comparison to it.
Friday, 16 May 2014
It was a night with perfectly clear skies. The crescent had just been reborn on the onset of the new lunar month. She scanned the skies, long and hard, searching for that one shooting star.
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