From The H.M.S Titanic. Located at Greenwich, Great Britain.
We are beings in the corpreal sense that our bound to live in the fixed and immovable spot of time as it moves forward, until our turn in the flesh is done.
But for me.. and I believe others.. we our aware that the soul that is our own, the spirit of us that walk’s with us along the cobbled road that time sets down before us has been there before.
It is a murmur in the deepest reaches of our mind, a state of forgotten rememberence, when we know, that our spirit is unowned, ungoverned, and unheeding of time. That gentle whipser from deep within can be heard and ignored without concern or consequence, even by those of us who have known its call, right to the end…
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