Retaining The Balance

Death cannot ever even visit where there is no life at all to harvest

The brightness of our greatest success cannot breach the darkness of their biggest failure

Even in a land where none are beautiful, everyone shall, nonetheless, always know the fairest

Where all are morbidly obese, the merely overweight will be deemed to be quite thin

Our proudest victory must imply a loss as powerfully agonizing for some opponent somewhere

We cannot be any further uplifted than someone, somewhere else, has been debased

If I can love her with all my heart, so too, can you hate me with all your soul

If there existed no quiet humility, neither would we witness any excess pride

The deeper that my laughter is, the more rending could be anothers’ tears

Without knowing any but media sorrow, how much real joy do we actually feel?

After such terrible sickness, the healed appreciate at last the wondrous gift of a long recovery

If most are blind, those who see even blurry shapes are deemed to be great visionaries

Given that war is part of human nature, surely our peace must always be riddled with strife

Given time & repetition, our Great Leader’s biggest lies always morph into a working truth

I would not recognize the feelings of others had I not been raised by those who could actually care

Even the sweetest water cannot satisfy us in the slightest beyond the degree of our thirst

They who love the rain the most must have been here through the entire drought

None of us will be able to effectively call out the evil if others cannot recognize the good

To appreciate such a Spring as this, you really must have endured the darkness of last Winter

Each instant of any and all creation has ensured one more absolutely certain death

Small as we all are, we must still view some among us as real giants

Little satisfaction comes without experiencing some long held desire

If all we had ever heard was music, what would we think of all this piercing noise?

Accustomed to a life in total darkness, we could but only fear the appearance of this golden sun

None could recognize an old thing if they had never seen something new

One knows not what it really means to take, if they haven’t been taken from

A man does not know when he hurts someone if he has grown unable to feel any pain himself

I did not know how badly I had always felt, until finally, I grew just a little better

Our perspective would certainly differ were we not His chosen people, fruitfully taking dominion

Alas, a different future cannot be crafted given a thoughtless choice to ignore the past