a solitude of space
There is a solitude of spaceA solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but theseSociety shall be
Compared with that profounder siteThat polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself—Finite infinity.
Emily Dickinson
Labels: caspar david friedrich, childe hassam, emily dickinson, ito shinsui, kurt böttcher
posted by lotusgreen at 6:04 PM
6 Comments:
true. indeed hermitting. nice coincidence. i like this line "finite infinity" and "polar privacy" is wonderful too
"A soul admitted to itself." Made me shiver from the perfection. Thank you, as always.
as i said over on antonia's blog -- it's now, and always has been, and always will be, a world in which most of us will feel the need to validate, to ourselves and to others, our own integral natures.
i have been thinking a lot about the attribution of intention, or choice.
those full of hatred towards homosexuals will justify their feelings with an assumption that the sexuality is chosen. this somehow makes it wrong.
if someone wants to spend a great deal of time alone, this also can be judged, as though it is a choice.
over time probably science will prove how few choices we have, and still we will hate ourselves and be hated by others for the ways we differ from the perceived norm.
when i was as young as some of you are now, we used to have deep long talks about this kind of stuff all the time. and then we stop.
is the internet changing that? or is it simply that as we age we tend to better understand who we are and don't need to ask questions about it all the time.
or maybe it's just that people give up asking questions because they finally understand how futile it is and that no better understanding is possible...
but I don't want to have these thoughts, or any thought for that matter, in front of all this beauty here - just joy. pure and simple.
I was just emailing about this with a friend I recently reconnected with via facebook. He wonders if one just becomes more phlegmatic as one ages. I do tend to understand myself better, and I'm thoroughly bored with the discussion, and ready to move on. I think it's contentment and acceptance.
really nicely put. it's that age somehow gives you what you thought one could get from therapy.
i do think it's an important stage, unexamined life and all that, but yeah, it's like halvah: if you eat too much, one day you just will not be able to abide even one additonal bite.
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hi, and thanks so much for stopping by. i spend all too much time thinking my own thoughts about this stuff, so please tell me yours. i thrive on the exchange!
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