The fact of counting those eggs is they have to develop before hatching. What use is cracking an egg when it hasn't fully grown.
It's all they sing about that their voice remains silent till they are required to be heard again.
If, the truth for having your cake but cannot eat it, then how comes it can be eaten by the giving of someone else.
Keeping memories stored for future reference, where is the borderline to decide is worth keeping. As the more adds up like a library of dates and time, too much is too much.
An unsatisfied mind, even when to be at a place to dream of, it never is good enough. And then, there are those others who wait for that moment to come, to satisfy someone's needs.
In the forest; stranger things seem above, a surreal notion that coexist with the path beneath. While knowledge makes sense to learn, there are for those mysterious places. A different life to lead that makes any wise knowledge look unknown. Still they continue as life makes sense to them.
In the stones; needing to listen to whatever is in front albeit the mind or the heart it seems to want to advance forward, either is dividing the reasons for what is being more important and if not to listen to the right one will see them pass by, love is direct yet has an opportunity to be on the other side of the fence and won't let anyone pass them by.
St. John Ch.16:V.14-15 " - He shall glorify me: for he shall receive of mine, and shall shew it unto you.
- All things that the Father hath are mine: therefore said I, that he shall take of mine, and shall shew it unto you."
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