have you read that book where there was a man which was growing younger until the time of his return to his infancy and his 'birth' (quite similar to death as you can imagine since no life was to emerge)?
yesterday I was on that path next to Nestos. Before going to sleep, I thought: it is almost unbelievable that some hours ago I was there; because I have still my hands, my old name, I am back at home; I am still the same. Yet, if I were actually there, I ought to have been different.
today, I hear the mountain's air in my eyes. It doesn't come from within. :)
I had this difficult professor in Jyvaskyla writing about time..stupid book. phrases like ¨time in politics and politics in time..and then he explains...this is s Game....i dont like him
finn, if i would be a thief, i would stole those two last sentences from your comment ;) (what a clumsy compliment!)
simply love them- thanks!
and as for the story you mentioned in your comment, that´s how i feel butoh. i mean, when i have seen it. for me the experience is something like going back on time (birth) or being in between (death/birth/death).
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have you read that book where there was a man which was growing younger until the time of his return to his infancy and his 'birth' (quite similar to death as you can imagine since no life was to emerge)?
yesterday I was on that path next to Nestos. Before going to sleep, I thought: it is almost unbelievable that some hours ago I was there; because I have still my hands, my old name, I am back at home; I am still the same. Yet, if I were actually there, I ought to have been different.
today, I hear the mountain's air in my eyes.
It doesn't come from within.
:)
I had this difficult professor in Jyvaskyla writing about time..stupid book. phrases like ¨time in politics and politics in time..and then he explains...this is s Game....i dont like him
finn,
if i would be a thief,
i would stole those two last sentences from your comment ;)
(what a clumsy compliment!)
simply love them- thanks!
and as for the story you mentioned in your comment, that´s how i feel butoh. i mean, when i have seen it. for me the experience is something like going back on time (birth) or being in between
(death/birth/death).
born old and getting younger- sure, both ways.
<3
Ninni, is that you?!:)
welcome, anyway!
Ritva, thank you for stealing:) you made me notice the words with more attention.
this balance between ages, times, being, sleeping, going, arriving,leaving; maybe life is no more than a decision on how to spend one's time.
ps. when do we know more? when we are young, when we feel young, or the other way? when do we see and feel more?
a phrase I heard yesterday: " i am getting older. The older I get, the more I see both in the future and the past. The more I see, the less I speak ".
(please, tell me what this '<3' means - I am very curious!)
a good phrase!
(it´s a heart) :)
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