09-10-2012, 12:08 PM
A day when I am no longer alive will come.
All the movies and books I've seen and read will no longer matter.
Stanley Kubrick doesn't remember making 2001,
or A Clockwork Orange. All of Dostoyevsky's effort lies in his books,
but he doesn't remember. No-one remembers anything forever.
We're all flies and thinking won't save us from death;
souls don't mean anything. We evolved to be what we are.
Imagine a woman sitting alone on her porch with a bible
and a glass of lemonade. She thinks about her grandchildren
and the roses she planted that morning. Does my son like me?
she wondered earlier that day when he gave her a hateful glance.
Soon she will forget, and her son will bury her,
and a day when he'll forget will also come.
All the movies and books I've seen and read will no longer matter.
Stanley Kubrick doesn't remember making 2001,
or A Clockwork Orange. All of Dostoyevsky's effort lies in his books,
but he doesn't remember. No-one remembers anything forever.
We're all flies and thinking won't save us from death;
souls don't mean anything. We evolved to be what we are.
Imagine a woman sitting alone on her porch with a bible
and a glass of lemonade. She thinks about her grandchildren
and the roses she planted that morning. Does my son like me?
she wondered earlier that day when he gave her a hateful glance.
Soon she will forget, and her son will bury her,
and a day when he'll forget will also come.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe