When the winds of change blow, some build walls, others build windmills - Chinese Proverb ( 風向轉變時,有人築牆,有人造風車 )
Saturday, December 24, 2005
brain teasers...
and then there was one...
the old hath known loneliness...
thus the old and the wizened...
the rick and the poor...
turned to their Lord...
Ever wonder why our elders suddenly become either inane or very very reasonable and mellow...
why do they assuage their fears so...
why the complacency...
why the cursory glances within???
Why is it that they deem themselves complete failures...
was there a vision...?
Happened to Siddharta...
Paulo Coelho became insane...
Herman Hesse wanted to walk away...
What was it?
What truth did they seek so eagerly and religiously...?
The old are supposed to be respected...
this picture is very symbolic of our loneliness...
for me it signifies the absolute end...
The beginnin of a new dawn...and the welcome of a dusk which shall seal their fates forever...
The journey is lonesome and trivial...
T H I N K...
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