My own thoughts I tire of
When they tend to bland
I cannot bear the thought of them
In a weary land I seek a refreshing
I seek the creative energy of others
What is this?
If not the hopeless finitude of our wisdom
For even as I find enjoyment
In the bosom of another
I suspect my position is true for the other
Which means left to self long enough
Put a figure of time if you may
But left to our own devices long enough
We inevitably come to saturation point
Soon its decay, natural law dictates
This is true for all energy sources
Every output given length of days is exhausted
Unless of course we find a source
Apart, apart from us outside us
A well of endless wisdom and power to draw from
Uncreated, self causing, self sustaining
Have you not known?
It is impossible for God not to exist
Have you not heard?
The Lord is everlasting God
He does not faint or grew weary
His understanding is unsearchable
He gives power to the faint
And to him who has no might
He increases strength
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