posted March 28, 2007 05:12 AM         

then there is the very old conte and his sister....who are attempting to piece together the magic that will allow them to be children together again.

the two parties, speaking to each other, learn of each other's desires. the conte's sister says to her brother, in an amazed sort of tone...'did you hear that?...he wishes to skip being a child and be all grown up...'

and the conte replies, in an ominous and eerie tone...'yes, well nature will accomodate him soon enough.'

it's a very stark moment, pitting the urges of youth for the freedom of adulthood, against the yearning of adults for the freedom of childhood.

posted March 28, 2007 02:08 PM         

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It seemed to me like they were not always talking about something physical but to some kind of mental/emotional shift.

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posted March 28, 2007 04:23 PM         

how much responsibility and autonomy do we honestly wish to wield in this world, this life, this dimension, and dimensions beyond? and in what way?

to what degree can we fully be 'captain of our own ship'...or do we wish to be?

in times of distress and frailty we turn to a higher authority....some do...and require guidance and protection, both spiritual and mundane.

then there is the all hailing worship of strength and individuality -- taking responsibility for every facet of our lives.

from which scenario does man emerge more intact and knowledgable? from which more burdened and downtrod?

so the question is more about -- what is freedom really? in both the life mundane, and the life spiritual. to whom, and in what ways, shall we submit, place our well-being in the hands of a higher presence, in order to experience true freedom, freedom from worry and fear? or does it proceed from absolute autonomy and crushing responsibility for the world around us -- that we ourselves created? did we actually create our world all on our own?

what then, is the true source of power? men and women experience this in different ways, i believe.

and what then is freedom?

a line from a favorite poem ~

what's freedom for? to know eternity.

posted March 28, 2007 04:51 PM         

Sigh no more, ladies, sigh nor more;
Men were deceivers ever;
One foot in sea and one on shore,
To one thing constant never;
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny;
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more,
Of dumps so dull and heavy;
The fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so,
But let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into Hey, nonny, nonny.

posted March 29, 2007 06:28 PM         

i'm so pleased that you enjoyed my thoughts artlovesdawn.