“If you think without writing, you only think you’re thinking.” - Leslie Lamport
Why does the world always seem bigger when we’re younger, the days longer, the fun more memorable, the days problems less worrisome?
This year I have found myself becoming, ever so slowly, more and more interested in poetry. A few poetry readings have been instrumental in this increasing interest, including this one by Clive James called Sentenced to Life, which I heard the other day on NPR (originally published on BBC Radio 4 – Today on May 26th, 2014).
As I listen to Clive read his poem I find myself reflecting on the totality of life–past, present, and future–and observing how circular life can be, the way it ebbs and flows, the way it changes, but how, when you really take the whole thing in, it remains much the same.
“I have learned that no matter how much I learn about anything, I am always at ‘the threshold of ignorance,’ a frontier of inner and outer awareness (and lack of it) in which some things have become second nature, some things are new and a little uncomfortable, and some things are a complete mystery.”- Rich Frye