Ms. Charity said that we all have this want to keep going through time, the will to live, and how we have a sense somewhere in our psyche that we feel we will not die and live forever. Death itself is something unexplainable (this is why heavens and hells are created in mythology so we think we can hold some idea of our first darkness, before birth, then the light we see, and the return to the darkness which we try to perceive) as with its partner, life, for which neither can exist without the other, so what happened first birth? Or the death of something?
And straying back to the thought of everyone wanting to keep living, this is something that I do not completely agree with. The literature, that exists on the topic of death reveals the "ball-and-chain" of life, and shows how this idea of death lives. Obviously there are suicides which is a clear indication that people don't want to go on living, but what about people who don't kill themselves because there are obligations that can be "miles" long, but long for everlasting sleep?
A poem by Robert Frost:
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
What do you guys think this poem is all about?
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. Wow. The slow snow falling is hypnotizing in its silence and sweeping, so why would the horse think it's queer to stop in such a place? And why does he go on, and what does this man truly want but has miles to go before he sleeps, miles to go before he sleeps.
Another few questions: Have you ever not turned the lights on at night, just because it is an illusion of the real darkness outside? What about vagrancy, can it be a right way to live with so many burdens balanced on the shoulders of a human inside society, because simply one doesn't need explanation, just life is explanation enough and not knowing is a wisdom inside itself?
