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Re: A kind of grief I am thinking....such a mind gone forever.
I don't know, Kabu. If I had to put it in words, I guess I'd say, Where's the guy who wrote Mending Wall??? It's not a rational question, of course, but I wasn't being rational- Bob
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2902
on November 12, 2011 at 1:03 PM
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Re: That's it, CC: I felt I should have felt different - I was sort
of waiting for a deep experience of some kind that never came. Once you've confronted mortality, there's not much else - at least that you can find words for. I remember a wonderful poem I read about someone doing work on his house and getting a look beneath the floor of his living room. He saw the radiator pipes over where they should be (but showing paint colors from before he owned the place), and best of all curls of shaved wood from the old-fashioned brace and bit that drilled the pipe holes originally!He found himself staring at this stuff for a long time, but then snapped out of it with the question, "What am I looking for, the soul of the house, or what?" There's no good answer to that, but that would be my question, too. Does that make sense to you? Reality has only so much to give. The rest is what we make of it. - Bob
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2902
on November 12, 2011 at 12:53 PM
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A kind of grief I am thinking....such a mind gone forever.
and communication...what could one say...silence is truly Golden
posted by
Kabu
on November 12, 2011 at 9:09 AM
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Nice sentiment Bob Do you think it was a kind of emotional shock. Perhaps you felt it should have felt different. I really wish it could have been. Honestly at this time in history I feel your thoughts have value.
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C_C_T
on November 12, 2011 at 7:40 AM
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Re:There are no words for such thoughts, I think. The harder I tried
to come up with something more specific, the worse it got, so I settled for the silence. Like you said, values get involved and they don't quite fit the strange new thing you want to say. All you CAN say is, get on with it, Bob.
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2902
on November 12, 2011 at 7:33 AM
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Many times I have climbed to the height of my journey, and after arriving found myself lost in the awe of it all...like looking over an old battle field and somehow feeling the loss of so many and the cost to thier family and loved ones and knowing it was all for me...and us.
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UtahJay
on November 12, 2011 at 7:13 AM
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Re: Amazing work, Bob; kind of a poet to poet silence...
Thank you. It's hard to put in words - I felt strange, but felt that it should have felt stranger. Does that make sense? I finally broke off and got on my way. - Bob
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2902
on November 12, 2011 at 6:50 AM
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Re: Awesome!!!
I've never forgotten the inadequacy I felt that afternoon. All I could do was think, this
is all that's left of that beautiful mind! I guess there wasn't too much more to say, at that. - Bob
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2902
on November 12, 2011 at 6:47 AM
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Amazing work, Bob; kind of a poet to poet silence...
yet beneath the wintry grounds lie a rhythm or unfinished dream waiting to be found..
posted by
Raye09
on November 12, 2011 at 6:37 AM
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Awesome!!!
posted by
Shams-i-Heartsong
on November 12, 2011 at 5:45 AM
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