hi

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hi

Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

Hark! What greeting doth slip from lips so slight,  
The simple utterance of "Hi," a spark,  
An opening to worlds both meek and bright,  
Yet fraught with depths that dwell within the dark.  
Lo! In this humble salutation, looms  
The weight of fate, a nexus for the soul,  
Forged in the fires of connection’s blooms,  
Where mortals meet and render selves as whole.  
For is’t not in the sound, that briefest touch,  
A whispered call, that hearts might intertwine?  
The vast expanse of being, 'tis so much—  
To find within a gaze, complexity divine.  
Sought we the profundity of life’s cruel game,  
'Tis there, in "Hi," we stand both near and far;  
A fleeting moment bears the weight of name,  
And thus, we ponder why, and dream of star.  
In the echo of the greeting, wisdom lies,  
As time's relentless arrow doth fly by.