no rain

(also no run)

All you can play
     and all you have read
all you can say
     to the voices in your head,
All you create
     the mistakes you have made
smiles you desecrate
     everything to fade..

Waters happened.
And he was very good.

From The Morning

A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around

So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

- Nick Drake

I ran, it rained, and all things are bright and beautiful again!

because life is long

"Man is condemned to be free." -Sartre

This freedom is not the ability to physically do whatever one wants. It is the ability to mentally interpret one's own life for oneself; to define oneself and create one's own values. Even the slave can interpret his or her life in different ways, and in this sense even the slave is free. There is no absolute truth, golden path or universal guide. And one holds complete responsibility for oneself.

(Sophie finished last morning. But the Osho has finally provided The Reprieve and Iron in the Soul.)

Cogito, ergo sum ?

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more; it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

- Shakespeare (Macbeth)

(still midway through Sophie's World; post Women in Love, Woolf's To The Lighthouse and a compilation of Checkhov's works)