Somewhere far that brings me closer

Feb 23, 2009 23:06

I feel close.  Close to something that seems so far away from me.  Something that seems to pull further when I pull harder.  I'm not exactly sure what that something is, but it has the look and feel of an everlasting flower on the brink of blooming into something beautiful and magnificent.  I feel capable of being that something to that someone who needs a something...

During my Pandora inspired musings I contemplate my relationship to others.  My responses to those around me.  My actions throughout the day.  My decisions.  As Mann notes:

The observations and encounters of a devotee of solitude and silence are at once less distant
and more penetrating than those of the sociable man; his thoughts are weightier, stranger,
and never without a tinge of sadness.  The fruit of solitude is originality, something
daringly and disconcertingly beautiful, the poetic creation.  But the fruit of solitude
can also be the perverse, the disproportionate, the absurd and the
forbidden.

I love blue.  It seems so aristocratic.  Scholarly observations on the importance of solitude are profound and amazing to me.  How long must one thing in order to reach these conclusions?  So precise, true, and elequently phrased, I often envy their ability.

Writing is never the same when you think someone is going to read it...
 
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