Do you know where I live and eat and breath, what sustains me and kills me, how and why I am what I am and also seek to be?
Bah, who wants to read that, who wants to know that, unless of course it has resonance within us all.
And yet, one piece of experience, one pen pouring holy writ, the breath of a tiny slice of one person's understanding of existence, ah now that may indeed prove worth some pondering, some meditation.
Isn't music emotion as sound, isn't poetry passion on paper, isn't what we try and communicate to each other, by any medium we can muster, a thing worthy of praise and contemplation?
For are we not all continually Transfiguring, are we not all continually following, and growing and flowing and metamorphosing, as we proceed through our lives?
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
Do you know where I live and eat and breath, what sustains me and kills me, how and why I am what I am and also seek to be?
Bah, who wants to read that, who wants to know that, unless of course it has resonance within us all.
And yet, one piece of experience, one pen pouring holy writ, the breath of a tiny slice of one person's understanding of existence, ah now that may indeed prove worth some pondering, some meditation.
Isn't music emotion as sound, isn't poetry passion on paper, isn't what we try and communicate to each other, by any medium we can muster, a thing worthy of praise and contemplation?
For are we not all continually Transfiguring, are we not all continually following, and growing and flowing and metamorphosing, as we proceed through our lives?
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