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....
Surely, a still lake may be beautiful to a man touched by love too? His need being for less of the turbulence or the surge that love or its memories can be...
Yes, true.... but would like to read it the other way...
ReplyDelete"A lake 'touched' by the breeze...." :-)
Surely, a still lake may be beautiful to a man touched by love too? His need being for less of the turbulence or the surge that love or its memories can be...
ReplyDeleteDear P,
ReplyDeleteThat would be, indeed, another way of looking at it... :-)
Dear P,
hahahaha :-D I'd agree. But the thought behind this post was different and I have forgotten!