A warm july evening
this was meant to be an unserious comment on the time of year but I notice that it is getting close to the month of july. our brains are extensively fascinating subjects.
and so it was said that when the last of the green green grass eaters did come, they should bring with them their freedom.
so true
as I sit on my desert island, sipping my coctail and looking out onto the deep almost blue sea, the wind is whipping gently at my shirtsleeves as the dun dances on the rim of the world and the heat of it has left my little corner of the world.
goosepimples.
it is a time for gentle reflection, though least likely coming from my brain.
why should we wish to die? this is something from hamlet that I cannot empathise with. for those who need it, that famous speech, the beginning of which is almost unutterable, so cliched it has become, continues:
...that is the question
whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or to take arms against a sea of troubles and, by opposing, end them. to die. to sleep... no more. and by sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks that death is heir to. 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. to die, to sleep, perchance to dream. aye, there's the rub, for what dreams will come when one has suffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life. for who would bear the whips and scorns of time, t'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumley, the pangs of despised love, the law's delay, the insolence of office... but for the fear of something after death... that undiscovered country from whose bourn no traveller returns...and we would rather bear those ills we have than face others that we know not of.
[apologies to purists. this is only a rough gist thrown together from my memory]
my point is, this suggest that we're all desperate to top ourselves, but will not because of this undiscovered country and its new and scary experiences that lay in wait for us, but why? why should we want to kill ourselves? not everyone is that depressed (though it's a wonder if you look at the world) and anway, that country will be there if we try and get there today or if we wait another sixty years, we're all headed that way so why not enjoy the ride. if we should have to bear these ills we have for fear of having more, why not take these joys we have rather than facing these ills. at least we know that there are joys in this world why nottake them while we can, those ills we know not of will still be there for us afterwards but we should be happier to face them. and if they are not ills, then we have lost nothing and will have made the most of this stage of our life and then can of the next one. why be inpatient? why kill yourself because your father won't let you be an actor? RUN AWAY and do what you want. that country is closing on you fast, so swim against the boat and play with the dolphins till you get there.
this is, of course, not questioning that there is a country, something that i an unsure of.
shakespeare, what did he know eh?
pessemist? to whom are ou referring?
well, the sun has gone and the wind is chill. I think I'll get back into the warm.
darkness and heavy rainfall, my favourite
