Sunday 7 June 2009

In melancholia

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Sometimes we meet cliffs,
We can choose to scale or not.
And our path is changed.

Paul said...

A cliff can be scaled
Unless the rock is brittle.
Nothing is simple.

Anonymous said...

It's true that scaling isn't always possible or even the best way. Sometimes we have to take a different path than we had expected or hoped for. As long as the journey continues to be satisfying and meaningful, nothing is really lost.

4P said...

and all i see, is a wonderful beach, i leave solitary footprints on the pristine sand... oh well..
i hear the waves, and feel the sand between my toes.. i pick up a piece of driftwood and wonder from whence it came...
i am comforted by the cliff that protects me from the world, and not at all tempted to scale it
possibly because i have the tshirt packed away in the attic.... :)

4P said...

oh gods... must i really REALLY click on CONCRETE AGAIN? the love i felt fleetingly for it has rather waned......

4 P said...

in the basement ad it shows work done on the Alfred Dunhill house.. whatever happened to the deep red Rollers they used for the Reps?

there are none outside.... perhaps they are now Ford Escort Reps?

a pity that.... sad when grandiose ideas pass away due to climate... whether political or ozone

and now, having thoroughly dominated this page...... will sign out.. leaving you richer... :)

Paul said...

Every comment leaves me richer - maybe not in fiscal terms though!

Paul said...

Thanks for your comments - please keep them coming and so nice to see the clicks are working!!!
I could retire from retirement in 1000 years or so.

Anonymous said...

'In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on:)' It is not my thought /a quotation/ but why not smiply fly over those cliffs.

You have shown us your wings many times..just use them:)

I keep clicking on the ads:)))

XXX Lilly

Paul said...

Thanks Lilly I appreciate it!