Truth – when a patch of cloud hovers over the scorching sun, its the sigh of relief which does not cloud our judgement. The appearence of a patch of fog dye’s the feiry ball of fire, though temporarily.
That’s a survival instinct donned by truth which ravels itself in relieving that at dawn the light was a necessity and as time ticked by the cloud was.
It is a truth or dare situation where truth is utmost important but dare to dye the truth is survival.
Change is most certain a formula formulated by that machine we see as time, this one in particular designed by nature.
Nothing is stunted, one’s which are are shunned. The insignia of change is not to camouflage or hide the truth, but reveal the paramount need to change.
Death is the ultimate truth, but survival is a fact. We are designed to accept the facts first and not feign ignorance of the truth. There is no battle between fact and the truth but there is one between survival and death.
Dye or die is more of a nature phenomina at play which endorses the statement of change, a statement of survival.
Some sounds are music to ears, some are just plain noise, while some are a surprising element of mystery and some are mystic. When mystery and mystic sound the same, we wonder what we capture or what has us captured.
HemasSphere presents series on the choicest of ‘homophones’ forged into a choice of lifestyle worth to look into.
While the world moves on sounds, who could fathom that sounds move the world.