I.
It was storming. The clouds were thick and chaotic, slowly breathing and on the move - miniature nebulas, pouring out rain and detail in random assault.The arena of the sun, that stagnant and oppressively peaceful blue dome, was dethroned far off somewhere and fallen away.
Her eyelashes flashed apart and fluttered open, responding to the first drops of morning rain. She hadn't allowed the roosters to wake her, or her mother's noisy routine before work - running water, clinking dishes, beeping appliances - what seemed an intentional doorslam as she departed - the television that was always left on blaring at high volume.
She curled up and tightened the blankets around her. Her cheeks were rosing, defying the cold. She stared out her bedroom window at the sea of fields and oak. She searched for something to light the instinct of her inner world, plagued by loveless things.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
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the riddle was answered long ago
when truth and secret could no longer be sealed
beauty is no longer young
innocence no longer love
when seeds of love die in a fertile field
and the sun of another dawn
will touch me another day
but not like this
not in this way
the rain comes down
you can not speak
let it come down
our souls exposed to drops that sting
you fall apart
I rise from bended knee
we are like roses
our insides exposed
now we'll see
what the sun truly brings
when truth and secret could no longer be sealed
beauty is no longer young
innocence no longer love
when seeds of love die in a fertile field
and the sun of another dawn
will touch me another day
but not like this
not in this way
the rain comes down
you can not speak
let it come down
our souls exposed to drops that sting
you fall apart
I rise from bended knee
we are like roses
our insides exposed
now we'll see
what the sun truly brings
longing and dread
she showed me a photo of herself as a child with her father
it was a good beginning thing to do
like I'm not just this, something else might sleep inside me
like I was once pure and innocent and beautiful
like maybe I could be still
and I was glad she showed me
because I remembered it in the aftermidnight air
when her laughter gave me fear
and I remembered myself.
it was a good beginning thing to do
like I'm not just this, something else might sleep inside me
like I was once pure and innocent and beautiful
like maybe I could be still
and I was glad she showed me
because I remembered it in the aftermidnight air
when her laughter gave me fear
and I remembered myself.
Solzhenitsyn & The Erosion of Nations
- from an April 27, 2007 article by Thomas Allen on VDare.com-
Of course, in some ways it might appear to be simpler if nationality did not exist and everyone on earth had the same way of life. That's the presumed, unmentioned benefit of globalization and the varying ideologies that travel with it.
In contrast, [Alexander] Solzhenitsyn asserts that "the erosion of nations… will sooner lead to the entropy of the soul… not the unification of humanity". And the 20th century showed us just what that "entropy of the soul" can bring.
Commentators wisely refrain from predicting what a truly globalized world will look like in the end. [...]
But a debate is underway, perhaps out of public view, over the proper balance between the universal and the national.
The latter is still very much alive—100 years after it was supposed to die.
And every nation must face the dilemma noted by Solzhenitsyn:
"How difficult and intertwined are the ways of self-preservation and self sacrifice which alone can save humanity."
Of course, in some ways it might appear to be simpler if nationality did not exist and everyone on earth had the same way of life. That's the presumed, unmentioned benefit of globalization and the varying ideologies that travel with it.
In contrast, [Alexander] Solzhenitsyn asserts that "the erosion of nations… will sooner lead to the entropy of the soul… not the unification of humanity". And the 20th century showed us just what that "entropy of the soul" can bring.
Commentators wisely refrain from predicting what a truly globalized world will look like in the end. [...]
But a debate is underway, perhaps out of public view, over the proper balance between the universal and the national.
The latter is still very much alive—100 years after it was supposed to die.
And every nation must face the dilemma noted by Solzhenitsyn:
"How difficult and intertwined are the ways of self-preservation and self sacrifice which alone can save humanity."
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