What would I do without a mind?
What would I do without a society to shape that mind?
To influence it?
To taint it?
To glorify it?
What would I do without the memories of such glory and such tache?
An orphan on a deserted island, with nothing from the outside world, save the produce of Nature which surrounds me.
I suppose I would be free....
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Life
Shall I call Life a winter's night, Long, with longer dreams? Or call it a mid-summer's day A warmth too late, it seems?
Hmm..Ok..Can I try? I think both definitions apply equally well to the life of someone who longs to hold on to something - It's like a winter's night with long dreams and also a mid-summer's day where you feel the warmth arrived a bit late..Yes? :)..No? :(
Dear AV, It is less a question that seeks an answer than a draught that seeks a path.
Dear A, Glad you like it. :-)
Dear M, Good question! I should ask a corpse carried away from under the snow, wrapped in a blanket and encased in a coffin... :-)
Dear S, Nice one. I like your poetic response! The minute you ask "didnt they ?" we are in the realm of thought. The "I" to me is in the realm of thought and hence "I am what I think" :-) Glad to hear that the posts are to your liking...
Dear L, True... very true. You capture things well... :-)
To me winter nights and mid-summer days are tough. Wouldn't recommend comparing life to them ;)
ReplyDeleteLife is so very beautiful :)
-S.
nice :)
ReplyDeleteDont think can compare it to both...
ReplyDeleteDear Anon-S,
ReplyDeleteIndeed Life is beautiful, but how bereft of beauty is a winter's night or a summer day?
Dear P,
Life a paradox? hmmm
Dear W,
Glad you like it! :-)
Dear P,
Hmmm...
Hmm..Ok..Can I try? I think both definitions apply equally well to the life of someone who longs to hold on to something - It's like a winter's night with long dreams and also a mid-summer's day where you feel the warmth arrived a bit late..Yes? :)..No? :(
ReplyDeleteThat's beautiful.
ReplyDeletecan warmth ever be too late?
ReplyDelete...Call Life a Seasonal Delight,
ReplyDeleteWith warmth and dreams intervowen,
For the short spell of the witnessor.
Regarding your blog sub title - "I am what I think"
I would rather say - I am what I feel. Feelings came prior to thoughts - didnt they ?
Enjoyed reading your posts.
"Shall I call Life a winter's night,
ReplyDeleteLong, with longer dreams?
Or call it a mid-summer's day
A warmth too late, it seems?"
"Shall I call Life an Autumn Noon,
Sulking sultriness;
Or Maybe a Beautiful Spring Evening,
which takes my breath away!
Life - is no Life if we dont make the Full circle."
Sorry for the delay...
ReplyDeleteDear AV,
It is less a question that seeks an answer than a draught that seeks a path.
Dear A,
Glad you like it. :-)
Dear M,
Good question! I should ask a corpse carried away from under the snow, wrapped in a blanket and encased in a coffin... :-)
Dear S,
Nice one. I like your poetic response! The minute you ask "didnt they ?" we are in the realm of thought. The "I" to me is in the realm of thought and hence "I am what I think" :-) Glad to hear that the posts are to your liking...
Dear L,
True... very true. You capture things well... :-)
then again, the corpse would not know life would it?
ReplyDeleteas log as there is life, the warmth is never "too" late.
-misha