fiction
Edward w Pritchard
Early starts the new day. Blow wind direct my first footsteps on my road to new my vita nouva. [1]
Here's what I wrote before: Later is now, now is destiny. Dare we confront our self?
should we follow our first mind?
fiction
Edward w Pritchard
The veil drops for a moment and the entire adventure stem to stern is revealed from our subconscious in a blazing instant of insight. Should we follow our first mind? Or, should we retreat and tempt the fates hoping to ignore what we must hereafter bury deep in our sub consciousness, that first gleaming of recognition.
Better to live superficially. Ignore your first mind. Stumble through life drifting with breezes. Revelation is better left till later. Things must simmer before they are examined in a blazing instant of insight.
should we follow our first mind?
Later begins now,
later is now, now is destiny
[1] new life, attributed to Dante,
new life, vita nouva started here sans Beatrice. Speak to me my Muse I long to speak, I yearn [2] to be heard.
I Yearn, here's what I wrote before:
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
to yearn for something
to yearn for something
fiction
edward w pritchard
Word derivations are bursting human treasures passed to us from our nameless ancestors.
First, although everybody is unique, we all experience the same basic daily stimuli. Waves, sunrises, phases of the moon, fingers smashed, loved ones removed.
Over time we realize that sometimes we are happy and sometimes sad. Often reason unknown. Our moods are a legacy passed on to us in deep human time from our ancestors who came before us and language is the tally as our species successfully struggled to exist, uttered sounds to convince, order and express fleeting wistful emotions and moods.
To express the moods and longings they experienced our ancestors passed on to us and reluctantly sent us the words that composed the language they used in a shrinking attempt to order their lives.
I "yearn" intensely for what I have lost. My distant Grandfather, great greatly had a "yernen" to understand why he missed his dead wife. With his great great grandmother, she had a "giernan", an intense desire to know why she felt as she did, but her Great great great [ times ten] aunt used "hortari" and urged the future descendants to use "chairein" to encourage and to rejoice in the travesty of life.
fiction
edward w pritchard
Word derivations are bursting human treasures passed to us from our nameless ancestors.
First, although everybody is unique, we all experience the same basic daily stimuli. Waves, sunrises, phases of the moon, fingers smashed, loved ones removed.
Over time we realize that sometimes we are happy and sometimes sad. Often reason unknown. Our moods are a legacy passed on to us in deep human time from our ancestors who came before us and language is the tally as our species successfully struggled to exist, uttered sounds to convince, order and express fleeting wistful emotions and moods.
To express the moods and longings they experienced our ancestors passed on to us and reluctantly sent us the words that composed the language they used in a shrinking attempt to order their lives.
I "yearn" intensely for what I have lost. My distant Grandfather, great greatly had a "yernen" to understand why he missed his dead wife. With his great great grandmother, she had a "giernan", an intense desire to know why she felt as she did, but her Great great great [ times ten] aunt used "hortari" and urged the future descendants to use "chairein" to encourage and to rejoice in the travesty of life.
end
My first gleaming of understanding was distilled drip by drip from 20,000 hours of wandering pathless through my dreams. Now my ancestors allow me to glean their understanding. I begin my new life. Alone I look to the horizon, with a smile I reach for the dawn.
me .
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