' How close to Truth, we are '...
It is Saturday night'
imagine, both day and night used in the same sentence..
This night of frivolity,
The soul searches the eyes of others,
for understanding of existence..
Music pushes the mind to connection..
How much can you speak without fear ?..
Truth is hidden because of the fear of the ego..
Truth makes the ego, disappear..
Death is the great fear of all existence..
And yet, the death of the character within the Play is the only escape..
How close to Truth, we are...
Posted by thomas meehan