“What possible explanation can we give for wishing to preserve human existance?“
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There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. William Wordsworth, Intimations of Immortality.
He laments the passing of childhood sensibilities, the ability of a child to see an immortal presence in nature which fades away in adulthood. I think he’s misguided. If we retained that ability into adulthood, we would live in a state of perpetual knowledge, something like a state of permanent deja vu where nothing in the world would be a surprise and consequently nothing would excite us.
Original artwork in acrylics and graphite. SOLD
The bewildering effect of pure, chaotic joy.
Original artwork in oils, graphite and acrylics. SOLD
The moral integrity of society is measured by how well we care for those who need it.
People who are less able or who have been failed by Capitalism and find themselves out or work are not scroungers.
Our metered hearts conspire
with spite to break us.
© Rod McRiven 2015