This has been one of those times.
Transitions, you know, and in all the facets, as is said. Transfiguration of the involuntary sort, where the only reason you feel yourself changing is because the change is not only happening around you, it is happening at you. And you have to change because it has all already happened.
You can not quite call it the edge of something new, as if it were a clean change, because you are still so vested in that past state or that old hope that does not any longer exist. So you wonder, then, in this time, what part of you is it that does. You feel against you these differing atmospheres before you and behind you, and you want to turn to neither but cannot turn away either, and you wonder where you exist. In your outdated mind, or in your new world.
The trouble with time.
3 comments:
I don't have much knowledge of philosophy, but what you write really astounds me - not only do you write beautifully, but you project such an acute insight into the workings of the mind.
Can I ask, what books would you recommend to a person who would like a foundation to build from / what books did you read when you first began to pursue your interest in philosophy?
Please, tell all, for when school breaks off, the summer will be there to be learnt.
Hmm, you should send me an email and I'll try to think out a little list. Reading philosophy out in the sunshine is an excellent way to spend the day. Thank you for your very kind compliments, too. It's very nice of you to say.
Oh, I forgot--my email is kettleblack@gmail.com.
I'll look forward to hearing from you.
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