Dry and sparse. I could see everything, it was suddenly so simple. And then I realized that that was only my thoughs for that moment. I snapped out of my thoughts into life.
But again is not life a passing moment, something we go through to die, like we sleep to die. Complication. Maybe it is just how we look at life, maybe we take it too seriously, maybe we only start living when we die...
The Dream Called Life
From the Spanish of Pedro Calderon de la Barca
A dream it was in which I found myself.And you that hail me now, then hailed me
king, In a brave palace that was all my own, Within, and all without it, mine;
until, Drunk with excess of majesty and pride, Methought I towered so big and
swelled so wide That of myself I burst the glittering bubble Which my ambition
had about me blown, And all again was darkness. Such a dream As this, in which I
may be walking now, Dispensing solemn justice to you shadows, Who make believe
to listen; but anon Kings, princes, captains, warriors, plume and steel, Aye,
even with all your airy theatre, May flit into the air you seem to rend With
acclamations, leaving me to wake In the dark tower; or dreaming that I wake From
this that waking is; or this and that, Both waking and both dreaming; such a
doubt Confounds and clouds our moral life about. But whether wake or dreaming,
this I know, How dreamwise human glories come and go; Whose momentary tenure not to break, Walking as one who knows he soon may wake, So fairly carry the full
cup, so well Disordered insolence and passion quell, That there be nothing after
to upbraid Dreamer or doer in the part he played; Whether tomorrow's dawn shall
break the spell, Or the last trumpet of the Eternal Day, When dreaming, with the
night, shall pass away.Edward Fitzgerald
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