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Collapse of Industrial Civilization, Compassion, Confucianism, Cosmology, Empathy, Fate, Fortitude, Meaning of Life, Mental Health, Mortality, Noble Cause, Purpose of Life, Rebellion, Sacrifice, Taoism, Virtue

Across the eons, time’s unmeasured sea,
The cosmos spins its silent mystery.
Buried in the heart of stars and ancient stone,
Lie life’s sacred scrolls, awaiting to be known.
The Master speaks: “To walk the noble Way,
Attune your heart to truth’s enduring ray.
Let every step be guided by gentle grace,
And temper strength with mercy’s soft embrace.”
As bamboo bends but never breaks in storm,
The sage finds balance in each shifting form.
No rigid right nor wayward wrong prevails—
But harmony emerges when wisdom tips the scales.
Observe the stream that carves the canyon deep:
“The wise adapt, yet sacred truths they keep.
Through flood or drought, the river holds its aim—
So too the soul that guards its steady flame.”
The lighthouse stands firm where tempests never cease,
Its steady gaze unbroken by the void’s caprice.
“Be steadfast in the face of nature’s rage,
A forge of light to outshine the darkest age.”
When the universe grows harsh with selfish schemes,
And comets trace the scars of broken dreams—
One faithful star still guards the young and fair,
A sentry against the cosmos’ cruel despair.
Though galaxies die—in final searing light—
And time dissolves into unending night,
Our purpose echoes beyond what eyes can see—
In acts of love and care that shape eternity.
To cosmic dust our mortal forms return,
Yet questions of the soul within us burn.
The answers sought throughout our fleeting days
Are etched deep within the heart’s undying blaze.




