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Sorrow |
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WindWalker Senior Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 1218 |
What is this thing we label “sorrow” – this bottomless pain of the heart we feel at the worst of times? Sorrow - emptiness - lostness - here, nothing gives pleasure; nothing satisfies; nothing – only the endless ache, no comfort, no place to hide. What to do when sorrow suddenly claims a piece of life? Are we helpless? Victims of circumstances that only time can heal? Ah, but is time such a great healer? Observe: do the old get better? No, time does not heal – time kills – a bit faster in sorrow! What to do, then? Sorrow is a double-edged sword, one edge jagged and rough, that is the selfish sorrow – the one that leaves a raw cut which every little aggravation exacerbates; one edge sharp and smooth: this is the great Cosmic sorrow – when one's sorrow is all-sorrow, no longer a burden, but a part of life and this sorrow, if understood becomes the stuff of joy. Sorrow may slice through the heart: we choose either the murderer's blade or the surgeon's scalpel. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
very true nice way to see it |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Nice metaphor, a sharp clean write. I've never liked serrated edges, and I've felt both sides of that sword. |
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