What exactly happened? I can still remember when I thought being a junior in college was old. Is it really all relative? Even if it is, there are hard and fast limits that one relates things to: no one lives much past 120, for instance. Just like in our brains lie the evolutionary heritage of the reptile and the mammalian brains buried, so in my soul is the young man who had no idea what doing what he did had consequences pending. If one looks at it in a certain way, all those years are gone in a flash; but we are forgetting much of the context: think again, and remember all the days between there and here. The time went by like time does, day by day. Each hour a chance to do what is right — before our last day, and in a flash, we remember all else that we did in the interim between then and now.
a nameless flower
1:17am thursday, 23rd october
Have you ever heard the Jacques Brel song,
"My Death" ?
Your post reminded me of some of his lyrics.
"...but whatever lies behind the door/there is nothing much to do/angel or devil,I don't care/for in front of that door/there is you..."
Life can be fleeting,yet we can find our own meaning.
Wishing you well.
Stand
1:52am thursday, 23rd october
No, never heard it.
Reflection
2:31am friday, 24th october
Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and, in this, hasn't changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
Tell a Friend-John Berger
a nameless flower
Stand