Dearly Beloved,
How is it that the world is so severely lopsided at the moment? And how is it that those who inhabit it, a century away, are behaving the way they are? I mean look at us, so tolerant of 'waiting' as prepared by the wars, and look at them! From the moment they are awake, deeply engaged into that mobile phone of theirs. Groggy-eyed they dawn all attention to news and numbers, and as the day shines on there is an outpouring of silly memes and messages - that's what they call them. Oh, how intolerant they are, and how deeply impatient.
Are they not missing out on the treasure of moments, the awakened silences, and the palpable beat of the soul? Behaving like unbridled children, not knowing what to do with the limitless possibilities of a given day. Or am I being predatory and unkind to their achingly similar days? But we have had our share of sameness too..
Yet, to think of it, unlike you who put your head in an oven, and me who stepped into the river with a pocket full of stones, they survive, they strive to live.
Faithfully yours.
How is it that the world is so severely lopsided at the moment? And how is it that those who inhabit it, a century away, are behaving the way they are? I mean look at us, so tolerant of 'waiting' as prepared by the wars, and look at them! From the moment they are awake, deeply engaged into that mobile phone of theirs. Groggy-eyed they dawn all attention to news and numbers, and as the day shines on there is an outpouring of silly memes and messages - that's what they call them. Oh, how intolerant they are, and how deeply impatient.
Are they not missing out on the treasure of moments, the awakened silences, and the palpable beat of the soul? Behaving like unbridled children, not knowing what to do with the limitless possibilities of a given day. Or am I being predatory and unkind to their achingly similar days? But we have had our share of sameness too..
Yet, to think of it, unlike you who put your head in an oven, and me who stepped into the river with a pocket full of stones, they survive, they strive to live.
Faithfully yours.
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