Posted by KimberlyDi on July 29, 2003, at 11:34:50
In reply to is it bad that this is ringing true in my heart???, posted by tina on July 27, 2003, at 21:12:43
In a book called Timegods (sci-fi), there was a theory that increased intellect and technology caused the destruction of great nations. I think it also causes the destruction of individual people in our time. Once upon a time, survival consisted of food, water & shelter. Now food is a guilty pleasure, water is sold in little bottles at numerous stores, and shelter can be found everywhere. Survival now consists of jobs, Wall Street, mortgages, car payments, kids college funds, health/life/car/home/appliance insurance, retirement, social security, utility bills, credit cards, alcohol, illegal drugs, lawsuits, marriages, pre-nups, nasty divorces, IRS, computers at work, computers at home, online socializing, online dating services, doctors, allergies, shrinks, and medication. 15% of us will die of this, 7% will die of that. What % will just die normally of old age? I would like to know.
NO WONDER life is overwhelming and complicated. And no wonder we feel alone. The outside world is dangerous, we don't know our neighbors, and rarely stike up conversations at the grocery store. We feel safer at home, though not completely safe. We have created a world that isolates us.
Whooops, I didn't mean to go on & on.
Take one day at a time. Take care of the basics first. Take care of yourself. It will work out. We'll be here for you.
{{{{{hugs}}}}}
KDi in Texas> "...a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father's heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?
O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into Heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again."
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> Thomas Wolfe....Look Homeward, Angel
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> It seems a sad exerpt from this book but I 'feel' the sadness and emptiness that the author felt when he wrote this.
> Is this a bad sign?
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