my mind has obvious limits; every time I think of now in this direction, the concentration makes me dizzy. The increase of the value of the present, makes me feel I am valuable in a way that surpasses me (you say as tool? as vehicle? as tree?) Yes, Ritva; we are here as part of a history that includes our grandparents and the parents before of them, the land, the wars, our country, the language, philosophy, science, unhappiness and happiness. We are born and our perceived present is born out of this past; the past is present into now. But this is not a definite progress. So much is lost on the way. So many turns towards opposite directions. And the seed of the future is also present. I see. There is a book i now remembered, called "askitiki" by Kazantzakis. I remember crying back then when I read it, having for the first time the feeling of such kind of concentration, such kind of time and history. It felt like the opposite of loneliness and, at the same time, the recognition of loneliness.
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can it be the moment of now?
i know i´m asking you this same question over and over again :)
my mind has obvious limits; every time I think of now in this direction, the concentration makes me dizzy. The increase of the value of the present, makes me feel I am valuable in a way that surpasses me (you say as tool? as vehicle? as tree?)
Yes, Ritva; we are here as part of a history that includes our grandparents and the parents before of them, the land, the wars, our country, the language, philosophy, science, unhappiness and happiness. We are born and our perceived present is born out of this past; the past is present into now. But this is not a definite progress. So much is lost on the way. So many turns towards opposite directions.
And the seed of the future is also present.
I see.
There is a book i now remembered, called "askitiki" by Kazantzakis. I remember crying back then when I read it, having for the first time the feeling of such kind of concentration, such kind of time and history.
It felt like the opposite of loneliness and, at the same time, the recognition of loneliness.
thank you, Ritva.
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