Change
April 22nd, 2008 . by Cue Ball
but something had changed, or was changing. everything always did, no matter how much he loved what he had. the only redemption would be if all the tumbling and rearrangement were to mean something. but he was aware of no pattern. if there were one great equality, one fine universal balance that he could understand, then he would know that there were others, and that someday the curtain of the world would lift onto a sunny springlike stillness and reveal that nothing - nothing - had been for naught, neither the suffering of all the children that he had seen suffering, nor love that ends in death: nothing.
[…] My son posted this, thoughts after the murder of his unborn child. […]
interesting
sorry fro you loss just remeber this thought come close to god fly right he will reward you for what it is worth