Is there in reality an after life?
Or we just die and cease to exist
A heaven, hell, angel and ghosts
Do they exist or are they just hoax
Does human beings have soul
Or is it just our intuitive illusion
After our death our body perish
But why does the soul forever exit
The Sun never rises
But why is there day after the night
The Sun never sets
But why is there night after the day
Is there another sky to roof the sky?
And protect it from the Suns light
Is the sky orphan as you and I?
For it always shower the river of tears
Every watercourse runs to the wide sea
And sea is every rivers final destiny
But why is the sea never full of water
Is it because it is as greedy as you and me?
The more we study
The more we discover our ignorance
So why should we study
Is it to sooth our arrogance?
Once I is known as a Miracle within THE MIRACLE all questions about me must need cease, lest in answering I must ask another.
(This body, as such, has never been in Nepal. This spirit, as such, has been, is, and will be there at will. Thanks for your being here, too!)
GDL <I-MAGE>
Taylor Reigler moves to Indiana in order to reopen a campground she inherited. She finds decades of grime, waist high grass, and a few resident ghosts.
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(This body, as such, has never been in Nepal. This spirit, as such, has been, is, and will be there at will. Thanks for your being here, too!)
GDL <I-MAGE>