Wednesday, February 16, 2005
I got what Rachel (no, not Hylton) would refer to as a kick in the butt tonight. I was confronted with how selfish I am, how fortunate I am, how small my problems are. Not to mention everytime I feel confident about my career decision, I wind up second guessing myself. Is it Your way of telling me I'm going the wrong way? Why does it have to be this confusing? There I go again. Self-absorption.
The tree was awesome, so was the conversation. I'm a tree hugger now, but not the type that you would normally think of. That needs to happen more often. Moments like that are what life is about.
I love my friends. Have I told you that? Its crazy. How can I love these people so much after so short a period of time? It feels like I've known them forever. Summer is gonna be rough. Its weird, because I still love all of you who are far away but the idea of being back together again for so long a time is a bit scary no? Maybe its just me. Ever ponder love? I had a friend that did, and that made me ponder it. I'm still pondering it. Its a hard concept, yet we seem to overuse it until its meaningless. No. I will not start getting on a thinking trail on love cause its too late at night for that and i actually need sleep.
Now, this is going to be see how well Ashley can read a poem in the dark and type that poem time.
Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known:
Mind with mind did never meet:
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
What is social company
But a babbling summer stream?
What our wise philosophy
But the glancing of a dream?
Only when the Sun of Love
Melts the scattered stars of thought,
Only when we live above
What the dim-eyed world hath taught.
Only when our souls are fed
By the Fount which gave them birth,
And by inspiration led
Which they never frew from earth.
We like parted drops of rain,
Swelling till they meet and run,
Shall be all absorbed again,
Melting, flowing into one.
~"Stanzas" by Christopher P. Cranch (1840)
The tree was awesome, so was the conversation. I'm a tree hugger now, but not the type that you would normally think of. That needs to happen more often. Moments like that are what life is about.
I love my friends. Have I told you that? Its crazy. How can I love these people so much after so short a period of time? It feels like I've known them forever. Summer is gonna be rough. Its weird, because I still love all of you who are far away but the idea of being back together again for so long a time is a bit scary no? Maybe its just me. Ever ponder love? I had a friend that did, and that made me ponder it. I'm still pondering it. Its a hard concept, yet we seem to overuse it until its meaningless. No. I will not start getting on a thinking trail on love cause its too late at night for that and i actually need sleep.
Now, this is going to be see how well Ashley can read a poem in the dark and type that poem time.
Thought is deeper than all speech,
Feeling deeper than all thought;
Souls to souls can never teach
What unto themselves was taught
We are spirits clad in veils;
Man by man was never seen;
All our deep communing fails
To remove the shadowy screen.
Heart to heart was never known:
Mind with mind did never meet:
We are columns left alone
Of a temple once complete.
Like the stars that gem the sky,
Far apart though seeming near,
In our light we scattered lie;
All is thus but starlight here.
What is social company
But a babbling summer stream?
What our wise philosophy
But the glancing of a dream?
Only when the Sun of Love
Melts the scattered stars of thought,
Only when we live above
What the dim-eyed world hath taught.
Only when our souls are fed
By the Fount which gave them birth,
And by inspiration led
Which they never frew from earth.
We like parted drops of rain,
Swelling till they meet and run,
Shall be all absorbed again,
Melting, flowing into one.
~"Stanzas" by Christopher P. Cranch (1840)
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