I actually wrote in this in my note book on 7/9/08
...................................i found a Sphinx Moth today...........................................................
..she landed on my front door...i couldn't just leave her there..for she was in direct sunlight..so she is now (or was) in the back yard on a wall of vines...by now she has most likely flown on...
.................there was something poetic and beautiful..yet sad about this moth..resting amongst the vine's leaves in the shade of the cedar trees......i watched her...and held her; cherished her...for a very long time...(couldn't get a decent picture of her in the vines though...grrrr)
...beauty..and living poetry..are all relative...even if that is true..what many people consider "beauty"..is not beautiful at all.......people turn their eyes away from true beauty and instead selfishly look to the flawed material things of this world...
............one aspect of beauty......is knowledge.....knowledge in turn..leads to truth....even if truth is beautiful..truth, the reality of this imperfect world, often is painful...that is why..(or at least..why i think) many people turn away from beauty: beauty can hurt...
....i wish you could have held this moth...she was truly beautiful.....seeing her..and holding her was poetic...but it was sad..because the truth is.................................................................she will die soon
................beauty...does not always hurt...in any situation..there is always hope........hope..is truth..
...even if some truths hurt..they are still beautiful.…
…..the reality of this imperfect world..the truth of it..hurts…but there is hope………one day in the future..Jehovah will step in..and make this world perfect…then..truth..reality..will no longer be painful….reality will be truly beautiful…
….the moth…the hope is…before she dies..she will lay eggs…those eggs…will become more beautiful sphinx moths.
Ocean Bliss
This is (a little bit of) Me
- Flüssiger Spiegel
- "Under your boot-soles", United States
- I am myself and I go by several names; you can call me whatever you like. Friendship, Poetry (and Literature in general), Nature, Music (and most other forms of art), and God only know what else are almost always on my mind. I think, a lot; it keeps me occupied. I like to write, a lot; it’s enjoyable. I'm pretty self-condemning, and at times even self-destructive…but I would never intentionally hurt anyone else; in fact, it makes me feel pretty good to help people. For example: my friends (for some reason) often come to me for help or advice; it feels nice. I am more or less a quite person; unless I trust you. I try to be open minded and accept just about anyone. I love my friends...they mean the world. In any case, that‘s all I‘m writing; maybe I wrote to much… Later (By the way, thanks for everything Steven)
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