The imaginary mind that holds a small window to the world, can dictate on how the world through a larger window is observed.
If the buck stops there then traditions have not been passed on. What use holding a symbolic flag if no one else is there to follow.
Hopes and dreams can be as detailed as knitting. When those hopes and dreams stop is as to drop a stitch and no longer a cause to carry on with.
To dress them up as a wolf in sheep's clothing can only blame the hands that dressed them. Their true nature will emerge in some form or another.
Simple to follow the hands of time than it is to follow the time felt to share in mind. The slow steps they beckon near with each embracing moment. Maybe it's others time that is eventually forgotten by growing out of their needs.
In the forest; the bigger things in life only fall when they find a situation that is not to its capabilities. A ship in shallow waters with the continuing ebbing tide. Will eventually tumble or be stuck in mud. Like a tree that has outgrown its roots, will either dry up the land or dry up itself.
St. Luke Ch.22:V.47 " - And while he yet spake, behold a multitude, and he that was called Judas, one of the twelve, went before them, and drew near unto Jesus to kiss him."
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