"At the end of the day I hasten in fear lest thy gate be shut;
but I find that yet there is time" Tagore
Always....at the brink of understanding,
As whole constructs fall away, lost to memory,
I think I see and know,
Yes...Yes......then, thinking away for an instant....
All is forgotten, shut away from conscious processes,
Filed with all the other Forgotteness........
Yet, this is not the point of thought....
There is no point, but soft, gray convolutions,
Sparks passing through membranes......
Energy of Life by Angelight