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Alone in a Filled Room
Hmm,
it has been a long time since I have been here … while my mind has
wandered about and reflected some I just have not had time to dream… Or to
write. Classes have kept my mind focused and while I am swinging 10
courses I am enjoying the moment. Even the long hours of isolation
and the constant demand to stay focused on the moment. Psychology has
always been an interest for me so it has been exciting spending my days
immersed in it.
In the late hours I find myself and wonder if It will always be this way
and I wonder if the poetry I have written as a young man have become the
paradox that is my life - that of being alone in a room filled with people
- isolated and remote yet social fulfilled by niceties and polite
conversation. I have become aware recently that I am not alone and that
many suffer this same way. The human condition is odd that way …
I have enclosed the poem if any are interested.
Be well
Hmmm can’t find it. Have to wait for another post
See you soon
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Greetings,
I would agree with you that the human condition is very odd in (at
least) that one way... Maybe the thing that drives human kind is NOT
being aware of mortality, but being aware of always being separate
from everything else. Maybe this separation ends with death. Maybe
it is awareness of being alive (and separate) and not awareness of
mortality that makes us scurry so around the surface of this lovely
planet?
Anon
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