“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune’s spite; revive from ashes and rise.”
— Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
Still at work on finishing the symbols piece but I’ve been thinking a bit today about hope, rebirth and recreation. No matter how bad our lives or this world may get I have strong faith in the idea that nothing ever truly ends. Matter converts to energy and energy coalesces back into matter. We hit bottom and then miraculously we continue to have times of positive growth, moments of beauty and happiness. In my darkest times there have been spectacular sunrises, or beautiful flowers or people to look at and admire. You know moments where I felt despite everything it’s all worth it. It could just be that I’m a mad hope fiend but still that last gift in Pandora’s box seems to be a perpetual one.
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Phoenix Goddess Emerging by G A Rosenberg