And I explored it to determine why This awful key to my infinity Conspires to rob me of sweet joy and grace. And if the sign may not be fully read, If I can comprehend but not control, I need not gloom my days with futile dread, Because I see a part and not the whole.
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A rough sound was polished until it became a smoother sound, which was polished until it became music. Then the music was polished until it became the memory of a night in Venice when tears of the sea fell from the Bridge of Sighs, which in turn was polished until it ceased to be and in its place stood the empty home of a heart in trouble. Then suddenly there was sun and the music came back and traffic was moving and off in the distance, at the edge of the city, a long line of clouds appeared, and there was thunder, which, however menacing, would become music, and the memory of what happened after Venice would begin, and what happened after the home of the troubled heart broke in two would also begin.
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Text for Tired Eyes:. The weeping of the guitar begins.
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The goblets of dawn are smashed. Useless to silence it.
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Impossible to silence it. It weeps monotonously as water weeps as the wind weeps over snowfields. Story-tellers and poets spend their lives learning that skill and art of using words well. And their words make the souls of their readers stronger, brighter, deeper. Le Guin.
Generally speaking, these meetings occur when we reach a limit, when we need to die and be reborn emotionally. These meetings are waiting for us, but more often than not, we avoid them happening. If we are desperate, though, if we have nothing to lose, or if we are full of enthusiasm for life, then the unknown reveals itself, and our universe changes direction. It's all crap. Living is crap. Life has no meaning. Nowhere to be found. Why doesn't anybody realize this?
It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.
It just means that I'm able to see the beauty in most of the people who cross paths with me and I appreciate it for what it is and also for what it isn't. Love is imperfect. Falling for someone's flaws is just as necessary as falling for their strengths.
Lost poems of a soul
And people like myself, who fall into love easily, are sometimes the loneliest souls around at the end of the day. Whether they are meant to be souls in love or souls in life remains to be seen. We speak in sentences that end before finishing.
We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves. I need someone with a soul. He quite literally taught us our place and allowed us to go on to make extraordinary advances in knowledge. They can only be lost and never found again.