[b]Charles Simic
The highest levels of consciousness are wordless.[/b]
Spot the irony here? Though, sure, by all means, point taken.
The world is beautiful but not sayable. That’s why we need art.
And the occasional philosophy.
He who cannot howl will not find his pack.
So, how am I doing?
I know: packless all the way down to the bone.
'When people ask me how to find happiness in life I tell them, “First learn how to cook”.
You know, after you’ve paid all the bills.
The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.
Well, funny and other things perhaps.
Inside my empty bottle I was constructing a lighthouse while all others were making ships.
You tell me.