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Soulen

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i am the dew drop, poised at the very tip of a leaf in the light of the sunrise. my life is short, there is beauty all around me, right up against me. all i care about is getting to the end, what happens then? i've got to know. every second i should be clamoring to scurry away from the end; instead i glide towards it, arrogantly defying the beauty all around me. before i know it, there i am. dancing, gliding, zooming through every precious moment until i find myself overlooking my inevitable demise. the sun rises and i can't hold on any longer. it's a long way down, so i've got some time. i've got a few more precious moments left.
 
i am the chocolate cake.

tis true, you are what you eat.
 
Tagore - 1928.

i had never heard of him until your post and my subsequent googling. some good stuff in there.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (The Gardener, 1915)

The wise man warns me that life is but a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (The Gardener, 1915)
 
i had never heard of him until your post and my subsequent googling. some good stuff in there.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (The Gardener, 1915)

The wise man warns me that life is but a dewdrop on the lotus leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore (The Gardener, 1915)

As soon as I saw your post, I though of his aphorisms and looked him up. I knew I'd seen a dewdrop/life parable somewhere.
 
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