{ Saturday, October 24, 2009 }
Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart.
Also from last week's New Yorker, in the book reviews.
LINK | 6:26 PM | TB
It forces you to consider the mortality of all things, not just your specific circumstances, and know that loss is a universal condition. This is, for many, and for me, a consolation.
Caterina | October 25, 2009 8:41 AMI'll think about it. Just it didn't sound logical, like some mediation* is missing. But you made it clear: Things are mortal, so heart: Worry no more, it's only normal.
In fact, I'm lucky since I haven't yet been in that situation. So I stop here.
* Not sure if that's the right word.
loplop | October 25, 2009 10:52 AMthe first time my heart was broken i spent an enormous amount of time trying to understand why a heartbreak could hurt so much worse than a bone break. I could'nt make my heart listen to my head. Thats what i was reminded of when i read this story.
| November 15, 2009 4:49 PM{ Post a comment }
"Even the earth will go"? So why would feel better then? That's the _most_ terrible of facts. Besides of course that _oneself_ will "go".
loplop | October 25, 2009 3:50 AM