| It is not now as it hath been of yore;— | |
| Turn wheresoe'er I may, | |
| By night or day, | |
| The things which I have seen I now can see no more. |
So said the wise William Wordsworth in his poem "Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood". A poem I dug out again in my attempt to piece my thesis together.
The world does seem rosier when I was younger, and I did feel that much closer to immortality then than now. I still do feel invincible, feel as if I'll never die, but I must admit that working on my topic of choice for my thesis has made me think about death and dying a great deal more than before I began. Everlasting life, I know all-too-well, is a myth. Everything becomes a lot more precious when you think about Life in that framework.
Ugh I hate how I've been writing lately. I looked through my blog posts from 2 years back and compare those to the crap I'm writing now, and I'm really sad :(
So much for having matured in my writing/thinking. I only feel all the more boxed in with the passing of years/gaining of experience. Pfft.
The world does seem rosier when I was younger, and I did feel that much closer to immortality then than now. I still do feel invincible, feel as if I'll never die, but I must admit that working on my topic of choice for my thesis has made me think about death and dying a great deal more than before I began. Everlasting life, I know all-too-well, is a myth. Everything becomes a lot more precious when you think about Life in that framework.
Ugh I hate how I've been writing lately. I looked through my blog posts from 2 years back and compare those to the crap I'm writing now, and I'm really sad :(
So much for having matured in my writing/thinking. I only feel all the more boxed in with the passing of years/gaining of experience. Pfft.
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