reaping the cost of solitude

Sunday, April 23, 2006


I have grown a fondness in things like garbage cans, stones, the dirt-strewn floor, and anything often overlooked and taken for granted. I believe everything is just as meaningful as the next thing. It's fascinating how most things remain while the rest have to "die"... and it's just as interesting that given the shortest span in this virtually infinite straw of time that constantly spins in this world, "life" remains just as important now as it was a few billion years back. We understand that... for we are "blessed" to have experienced it first-hand.

But can we relate to things "devoid" of it? I bet if these constantly overlooked things were given mouths to speak the medium of life, they'd have more stories to tell than any one of us......... This consistently remains alien. It would be culture shock at its finest.... or pure insanity.

It is the living that continually sucks the meaning out of these things... Life, itself, devours what LIFE was left in, say, a pebble. We have invented the word "superficial" and labeled pebbles with it.

1 comment:

kapi_adik said...

nice.. (as always)