{"id":311,"date":"2010-08-04T03:21:17","date_gmt":"2010-08-04T08:21:17","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php"},"modified":"2014-03-24T01:17:36","modified_gmt":"2014-03-24T08:17:36","slug":"lost","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/writing\/writing-1994\/lost","title":{"rendered":"Lost"},"content":{"rendered":"<h5><em>By Martin Falatic<br \/>\nWritten 1994-09-29<br \/>\nRevised 1994-09-29<\/em><\/h5>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n<pre>He whiled the days away;\r\n          weeks, months and years in contemplation of Life...\r\nA voyager, lost, in a world uncaring.\r\n\r\nThe rain fell upon his face in the spring,\r\nIn the summer, warm winds smoothed his hair.\r\nAutumn embraced him in cool contemplation,\r\nwhile Winter's icy touch brought a smile to his face.\r\n\r\nThough so much was experienced, he felt little,\r\n          Insulated as he was from the world,\r\nFor he knew he was mortal, finite; this deeply troubled him.\r\nThose many years, spent in a search for the meaning of it all.\r\n\r\nOne night he awoke from dreams filled with answers, more questions,\r\nBut most of all, a certain hope, a direction to try.\r\nLike everyone, he was still lost in some way,\r\n          But now, at least, the road was a little less dim.<\/pre>\n<div class=\"hr\">\n<hr \/>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Martin Falatic Written 1994-09-29 Revised 1994-09-29 He whiled the days away; weeks, months and years in contemplation of Life&#8230; A voyager, lost, in a world uncaring. The rain fell upon his face in the spring, In the summer, warm winds smoothed his hair. Autumn embraced him in cool contemplation, while Winter&#8217;s icy touch brought [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":276,"menu_order":9,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"class_list":["post-311","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/311","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=311"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/311\/revisions"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/276"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.martysparadox.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=311"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}