“Which came first, Father?
This or That?”
My son, This was in The Beginning.
“Then where was That?”
“Where is That now?”
It grew and transformed into This.
“So then That became This and no longer exists?”
Hmmm…please, get me the looking glass.
There now, yes. Here you are.
Now see this. In a mirror, That is you.
Without the mirror, you are This.
“How can That be at all?”
I only know This – this moment.
“Why did That happen?”
I never really knew That that well.
“This is all there is?”
We cannot wish for This to become That.
I wish for you to take This with you when you go.
Then and only then,
That would be better than This.
“The things you wanted so much when you were a child don’t seem half so wonderful to you when you get them.” Neither are you, nor are your expectations.
(sorry a little dark)
Love you uncle
I am reminded of The Cycle of Spring by Rabindranath Tagore.
I read it too long ago to remember why. The theme, I think. It might have been a boy and his father talking about the moon. The boy said “…but the moon doesn’t get bigger when it comes closer, father. Just like mama’s face doesn’t get bigger when she comes closer.”
I learned a new word today, UT.
Your writing to me is on many levels.
“What does the author mean?” the English teacher inevitably asks.
I think she just wants the kids to start thinking, imagining, creating.
Of course, …she could have said so.
Now and then, Samantha.
Then: Past and Future
Covered with fog, dusk. A sort of brown coloring.
I like to play with the New Age terms, although,
“There is nothing new under the sun.”
Buddhists say, “It all came together at once.”
Throwing out the chicken/egg question.
Evolutionists say, “That came first. This is an ongoing process.”
They don’t say, “Everything gets better with age.”
The dark can be very accommodating, and appropriate.
I would say, leaving the nest WAS as wonderful as I thought it would be.
There may be a couple of other things, but I can’t remember them.
As Tom(cartoon cat) might say, “I love my nieces to pieces.” Me, too.
That is so funny, Watson.
Oh, and Thanks for clearing up my food coloring.
signed: Sherlock H’Ommmes.
I put all my acquired knowledge
in THIS computerized space ship
and flew it to the moon
like Apollo 13
I was happy
we were getting to THAT moon
But the the engine failed
And I had to dredge up
all THIS knowledge again to fix it
like Apollo 13
I was sad to dredge
But we were going to make it
to build another
for THAT moon.
Moonie was a wierdo.
Don’t be sad, land THAT puppy in the ditch you dug out.