look up! the sky is
a-ripening!
there is an orange-bluish high sky!
what 't mean? brother, do not say,
do not ask me questions I
cannot answer!
growing up, father had always taught me,
it's okay, son, not to have the answer.
all you must do is listen
you must never pursue the answer
it's okay to dislike the question
but never hate the folk who asks, for such too desires an escape.
how can we talk, thus
when one must speak?
when one must listen?
that is freedom, son
for life being wise in herself prejudged that
one must speak
and one must listen
for two to talk.
there is no err with either
but you must agree never to try questions you are blind to
no more a pardon there is when you ask only questions you can answer.
don't you know, son, that life is not about finding answers when you ask questions. . .
. . .but about finding [new] perspective[s]?
an ally so charming, son, is one whose chase is not to prove you alive
but who would prove you living
by asking. . .
. . . or answering
for a man yet alive is known by these two
not by warmth or moist. . .
yet, son, do not force any man to live.

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OR ,thus life
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