Brushing the many layers of dust off..

Dec 28, 2008 02:56

Reading The Idiot by Dostoyevsky, and 90 pages in, I've drawn up a couple of.. observations? I guess.

No matter what experiences/grievances/joys/pains or wonders our existence beholds, life will never be vivid or truly beautiful in all context to us until moments before we die. Beauty is appreciation after it's too late to express it. I will never understand the simplistic beauty of a bird in flight, or fully grasp the magnificent symbolism of the sun rising above a church steeple in early morning, until the day I close my eyes for the last time.

Next, I've concluded we as a whole take the naievete of children for granted. Theres something amazing about the mind of a child, untainted with the ideal of greed and pride, lust and hatred. Perhaps children are the greatest philosophers BECAUSE they don't try to understand life, and simply live. Perhaps they are the greatest examples of pentecost BECAUSE theres no agenda, and they attack need and simply love. Im aware not every child is an angel -- but at the most simplest level, children are incredibly intelligent and loving, to a point where it seems like idiocy to us who have lost touch with that carefree approach.
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