As in the fall of a great oak
Feb. 3rd, 2021 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
michaelboyInto this Universe, and why not knowing,
Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
~ Translated From: The Rubiabyat of Omar Khayyam
I wonder at the apparent independence of events - a struggle or joy often appears to be unrelated or unaffected by the course of the other. In a very immediate sense, this seems obvious.
Yet, however remote or far removed, it is comforting to consider that there may be an impression made by one event onto another. In a cognitive way, I don't actually know how I am changed by the joy of a new-born in Zambia or by the anguish of ten-thousand folks perishing in a Turkish earthquake but that certainly doesn't mean it is not a part of (or has no value in) my life.
Nor whence, like Water willy-nilly flowing;
And out of it, as Wind along the Waste,
I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
~ Translated From: The Rubiabyat of Omar Khayyam
I wonder at the apparent independence of events - a struggle or joy often appears to be unrelated or unaffected by the course of the other. In a very immediate sense, this seems obvious.
Yet, however remote or far removed, it is comforting to consider that there may be an impression made by one event onto another. In a cognitive way, I don't actually know how I am changed by the joy of a new-born in Zambia or by the anguish of ten-thousand folks perishing in a Turkish earthquake but that certainly doesn't mean it is not a part of (or has no value in) my life.
