Timing the thunder, that might.

Limiting the thought, that could.

Edit what can’t be edited.

 

Only a few of what might have been if not happened.

What if I didn’t write, I got here I used it.

A story is always overwritten.

The great did the themes of the true.

 

Only a few, a few; how are the few to find,

not to fight but to think, to create, but not all that create are what is needed,

to have the light that shines could be just mere allusion.

 

Then doesn’t that just lead use to Shake Spear?

To the great artist that wrote the art that is most high to poets of his nature.

What if only confines of the old were what seeps the instincts of what are new.

 

Language, Perception, Knowing, and Reason are they all that we have to this planet mere sparks and connection?

This is what we have in such confines!

To question is a reason,

To know is the answer,

The perception is the cause,

Language is but just the finally!

 

Finally the question “ To what extent dose this statement valid >>” In the natural sciences progress can be made, but in the arts this is not possible.” “ Now I dare myself to ask this once more but to all that can answer not to me once again.