musings

Paradox

In silence, noise most deafening.
Amongst a crowd, loneliness dominates

The minority set the course for the majority.

The last will be first;
To be the greatest, become the least.

You are blessed when you have nothing,
Those deemed inferior have access unfound by those superior.

To live you must die, to be found you must first be lost.

Light is brightest in darkness
Strength is greatest in weakness

To gain, you must first lose;
Freedom comes through surrender

We resist the ones which do us good,
We placate that which tries to destroy.

We are a paradox

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