In the whispering breezes there is dreamed quiet places. No crash or symphony disturbs them, only calm and rest do they ever know.... Such is the fantasy, that exists in some magical clime a place where none have ever known the loud noises of life, or its blaring colors, and perhaps we could go there and forget everything but just there, just then. It is not a bad dream, I think, but it is missing something of what is vital in the world: sometimes it is in the harshness that we learn quickest, that we learn best — things that stick with us. It is nice to dream of quiet things, but to have a place totally quiet... that might not be life we are dreaming of, but death: and there will be time enough for such quiet when go. Sometimes in the loud is the only way we may hear. Life.
me?!
11:46pm friday, 20th june
as for this fantasy place you describes-it sounds fantastic.never been there-wish someday to go there in my dreaming.but all that about learning quickest in harshness-i strongly disagree.well,what more can i say-maybe you are right,maybe the only place to hear,really hear,is in the loud noises.i hope not,but i cannot say you are wrong..
Raven
8:28pm saturday, 14th february
This souds like a dream I once had
were there is nothing wrong, but yet I
worry.
me?!