The answer to a question that's been trying to take form in my head:
"Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive the miseries of daily existence, even if only for an instant." (Niemeyer)
"Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive the miseries of daily existence, even if only for an instant." (Niemeyer)
And, the question?
Well, it was clear in my head at eleven last night when I had a 'writing emergency' (a spin on 'poem emergency' that the 9-yr old oft mentioned in these posts invented). To be able to get enough sleep to get to work this morning, I hushed the question. Now, it's gone - like a well-defined shape Gandalf might have puffed out as he sat smoking that's in a hurry to dissolve into nothingness.
Key ideas from that question linger though. A young, hopeful, naive me saw my dreams shining in glowing sunset clouds from the 'terrace' of 'home' every evening with my cup of chai and biscuits. I guess I thought time stretched on forever, frozen.
Here's my motto as it was stuck to my grad school folder:
Now, there's a new jaded realization that's trying to take hold in my head - dreams and their finitude.
Do we factor in time when we dream? Probably not. Dreams are about what can be. There's an inherent intangibility in them.
What happens when it's too late? You are close to achieving those dreams - halfway there - but the context within which you envisioned those dreams reaching fruition is not the same.
What happens when it's too late? You are close to achieving those dreams - halfway there - but the context within which you envisioned those dreams reaching fruition is not the same.
More questions.
It is difficult to "have patience with all that remains unsolved in your heart", Rilke.
