You fought your way up to the wall But you haven't gone past at all
Isabel Dalhousie, "The Right Attitude to Rain" by Alexander McCall Smith
In the context of eternity, this is nothing, as are all our human affairs. in the context of eternity, our anxieties, our doubts, are little things, of no significance. Or, as Herrick put it, rosebuds were there to be gathered, because really, she thought, there was no proof of life beyond this one; and all that really mattered, therefore, was that happiness and love should have their chance, their brief chance, in this life, before annihilation and the nothingness to which we were all undoubtedly heading, even our sun, which was itself destined for collapse and extinction, signifying the end of the part for whosoever was left.
But she knew, even as she thought this, that we cannot live our lives as if nothing really mattered. Our concerns might be small things, but they loomed large to us. The crushing underfoot of an ants' nest was nothing to us, but to the ants it was a cataclysmic disaster: the ruination of a city, the laying waste of a continent. There were worlds withing worlds, and each will have within its confines values and meaning. It may not really matter to the world at large, thought Isabel, that I should feel happy rather than sad, but it matters to me, and the fact that it matters matters.
I love this book to no end, haven't read it in a while, but today I opened the cupboard and I saw it and I read it for comfort. Found this part which I love, and it made me feel good. Not better, but good, in a separate unrelated way.
Another reason why I love Lit. The feeling you get when someone else puts so perfectly into words, how you're feeling and you get that kind of feeling that I don't really know how to describe, you know.
I don't know what this week is going to be like but I will I survive :-)
"For by You I can run through a troop; by my God I can leap over a wall." Psalm 18:29
Come on Megs don't be a retard.
In the context of eternity, this is nothing, as are all our human affairs. in the context of eternity, our anxieties, our doubts, are little things, of no significance. Or, as Herrick put it, rosebuds were there to be gathered, because really, she thought, there was no proof of life beyond this one; and all that really mattered, therefore, was that happiness and love should have their chance, their brief chance, in this life, before annihilation and the nothingness to which we were all undoubtedly heading, even our sun, which was itself destined for collapse and extinction, signifying the end of the part for whosoever was left.
But she knew, even as she thought this, that we cannot live our lives as if nothing really mattered. Our concerns might be small things, but they loomed large to us. The crushing underfoot of an ants' nest was nothing to us, but to the ants it was a cataclysmic disaster: the ruination of a city, the laying waste of a continent. There were worlds withing worlds, and each will have within its confines values and meaning. It may not really matter to the world at large, thought Isabel, that I should feel happy rather than sad, but it matters to me, and the fact that it matters matters.
I love this book to no end, haven't read it in a while, but today I opened the cupboard and I saw it and I read it for comfort. Found this part which I love, and it made me feel good. Not better, but good, in a separate unrelated way.
Another reason why I love Lit. The feeling you get when someone else puts so perfectly into words, how you're feeling and you get that kind of feeling that I don't really know how to describe, you know.
I don't know what this week is going to be like but I will I survive :-)
"For by You I can run through a troop; by my God I can leap over a wall." Psalm 18:29
Come on Megs don't be a retard.