Existence in 11 Dimensions

Weep for the mountains

Let them fill your heart.
Your memories of growing up.
Laughter with friends late at night.
Heartbreak at dawn as you wander alone.
Joy of discovering the elusive solution.
Despair over what can never be.
Lay your head down, bow to the mountains before you
And weep until all pours forth from your heavy, weary heart
Leaving behind an empty vessel to fill with new love, new hope, new dreams.

I preach there are all kinds of truth, your truth and somebody else’s. But behind all of them there is only one truth and that is that there’s no truth.

—Flannery O'Conner