when I still find myself fascinated by the pure, simple beauty of water. It is graceful, elegant, sublime in a way that I cannot understand. How can I hope to understand the life of another person, or the impact of the Tokugawa shogunate on the present-day culture of Japan? It seems rather bleak, futile even, if you dwell on it for too long.
This is not helped by my longing for larger bodies of water. To be surrounded by it. To dive into it and spin in it. I used to spend hours in pools, beaches, or streams just spinning.
Water is an amazing thing. History, mathematics, science... these are not as amazing.
Ah. But time flows like a river, and history repeats...
ReplyDeleteActually, according to Groucho Marx:
ReplyDeleteTime flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.