When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me;
When I was shown the charts and the diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them;
When I, sitting, heard the astronomer, where he lectured with much applause in the lecture-room,
How soon, unaccountable, I became tired and sick;
Till rising and gliding out, I wander’d off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look’d up in perfect silence at the stars.
....."When I Heard the Learn'd Astromomer" by Walt Whitman, Camden
Sometimes even the smartest people just don't get it. We often lose the beauty of something by picking it apart until it becomes unrecognizable and its essence is lost. On this Good Friday, let's not lose the message of suffering and sacrifice. Like Whitman did, "rise and glide out" if you need to.
Keep reading and writing,
Maureen
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