When I am reminded of my grief,
I am comforted by the knowledge
that most of the time
I remember only the good times
I am interested in what it all means. If we are here for a reason, then I think the best place to look for evidence is within ourselves. If we can become aware of how and why we do what we do, we may be able to infer something about why we are here. So, this blog is a series of essays which try to illuminate aspects of what it feels like to be me that I feel may have some bearing on why we are here. I welcome your comments. What does it feel like to be you?
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Relieved
I know a woman
She's so beautiful
It makes me sad
She's too young
And even if she weren't
I'm too heartbroken
I want her to be happy
I don't hope.
You can only hope if you can be glad.
I can't be glad
All I can be is relieved
I'm not disappointed
If she is
Draft 2
I occasionally see a woman
Even though I don't know her name
She's so beautiful
Seeing her makes me sad
She's too young
And even if she weren't
I'm too heartbroken
I can't even be glad
hoping she's happy
I can't be glad
So all I can do is want her to be happy
And be relieved
If I'm not disappointed
She's so beautiful
It makes me sad
She's too young
And even if she weren't
I'm too heartbroken
I want her to be happy
I don't hope.
You can only hope if you can be glad.
I can't be glad
All I can be is relieved
I'm not disappointed
If she is
Draft 2
I occasionally see a woman
Even though I don't know her name
She's so beautiful
Seeing her makes me sad
She's too young
And even if she weren't
I'm too heartbroken
I can't even be glad
hoping she's happy
I can't be glad
So all I can do is want her to be happy
And be relieved
If I'm not disappointed
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Sound and light
When I was younger
I could listen to music
and keep time
with the sound waves
reaching me
separately
from the light waves
I could listen to music
and keep time
with the sound waves
reaching me
separately
from the light waves
The Beauty
The everyday
has subsumed
and hidden
the truth.
Sometimes I hear an echo
of the Beauty
buried deep within
everything we see and do.
has subsumed
and hidden
the truth.
Sometimes I hear an echo
of the Beauty
buried deep within
everything we see and do.
Friday, May 17, 2013
The horror
The horror recedes into the past
unrepairable
subsumed
even forgotten
but still horror
true
forever
the horror.
unrepairable
subsumed
even forgotten
but still horror
true
forever
the horror.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Why we do what we do
We do not only signal fitness for reproduction.
We also signal fitness for social roles.
We also signal fitness for social roles.
Truth
I love the me that believes the wonderful things I see are true.
Sometimes I doubt they are and feel fear.
Sometimes I doubt they are and feel fear.
Perfect songs
This type of song evokes a feeling
This exact song is perfect for me;
it makes me aware of what the feeling is a remembrance echo
This exact song is perfect for me;
it makes me aware of what the feeling is a remembrance echo
Greetings from across the void
Hello.
Is someone in there?
What are you thinking?
What does it feel like to be you?
Is someone in there?
What are you thinking?
What does it feel like to be you?
Sacrilegious dance music
Music is sacred to me
Dancing that exists for itself rather than as part of music seems sacrilegious to me.
Dancing that exists for itself rather than as part of music seems sacrilegious to me.
I look away
I look away
Sometimes to avoid seeing something unpleasant
or in disdain
Sometimes I want to look at you
but I can't
Either way
I have no choice
I look away
Sometimes to avoid seeing something unpleasant
or in disdain
Sometimes I want to look at you
but I can't
Either way
I have no choice
I look away
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