When I bare my heart, my soul, when I remain quiet while my ears and eyes remain open, do I become stronger, do I become wiser, does my temporal existence become richer and bear fruit?
If so, does my growth contribute, in minutiae, to the expansion of the 'universe' or does it dissipate into the abstract and relatively, irrelevant?
Does Love, does thought, does music, do the passions and appreciation of the aesthetics fill a space or a void in the realm of 'the all'?
That which we believe to be "good" or "truth", does it have a special place?
Will these questions of mine be heard?
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