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17th January 2017

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 

There is no true joy without experience of pain,
and no true pain without the experience of joy.
No need to take action, if there’s no purpose to refrain.
Without the purpose to refrain, action your mind can not enjoy.

What is the ultimate truth, without the presence of any purebred lies.
Just as what is any set of truths, without false, deluded beliefs.
How true to you are your ears, nose, tongue, hands and eyes?
And how true is your belief, without any definite disbelief.

Can life be possible without death, the very end?
No, just as death is not possible without life, the beginning.
How can we play-act, ‘put-on’ and pretend,
if comprehension of truth and fact is winning.

but what does it, the subjectivity of philosophies, ever matter?
Never much for me or to anybody is truthfulness.
What does any subjective truth and perception matter?
Nothing at all, and that is the only truth so plentiful.

I leave this unto you,
to see what of this is true?

 
By C. D. Brosnan

Copyright © 2017 - Christopher Brosnan (Pen name: C. D. Brosnan)

 
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