I hear in the distance
Some echoes
Out of memory
A reminiscence
Perhap a reverie.

I think that’s my voice
I hear it again
Sounds chirpy
It comes from Ancient Times
Dead Times.

There was as age
When I was me
Times have changed
There remains no more
The laughter, the light step
But Echoes of Dead Things.


“When I see the blind and wretched state of man, when I survey the whole universe in its dumbness and man left to himself with no light, as though lost in this corner of the universe , without knowing who put him there, what he has come to do, what will become of him when he dies, incapable of knowing anything, I am moved to terror, like a man transported in his sleep to some terrifying desert island, who wakes up quite lost with no means of escape. Then I marvel that so wretched a state does not drive people to despair.”
Blaise Pascal (1623-62)

Pascal’s Jottings on Human Condition