Random Musings

“I can do nothing but marvel at it”, he said in mild tones. “And what makes you say so?” she asked, peering out the window. “The past”, came the answer, almost like a whisper. He continued after a brief pause, “It seems as though there is no present, nor will there be any future. Only the past repeating itself indefinitely.” “Come now,” she said glancing at his sober face, “There is always more than what meets the eye.” He smiled, “Perhaps so but the fact is we are still bound by chains. Slaves to these invisible bindings, of hope, of despair, of greed.” He paused, then repeated, “Of greed.”