Kommentare zu: geschichtenerzählerin http://eva-d.de/blog/2013/07/29/geschichtenerzaehlerin/ agent 008 | Thu, 12 Dec 2013 15:54:42 +0000 hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.0.38 Von: evad008 http://eva-d.de/blog/2013/07/29/geschichtenerzaehlerin/#comment-108 Tue, 30 Jul 2013 18:59:44 +0000 http://evad008.wordpress.com/?p=570#comment-108 thank you very much.
this is a great comment. it shows wonderfully well the diversity of views and why it can be often so difficult to understand other views. i love your image of the sea!

]]> Von: mimosasttropez http://eva-d.de/blog/2013/07/29/geschichtenerzaehlerin/#comment-107 Mon, 29 Jul 2013 21:59:44 +0000 http://evad008.wordpress.com/?p=570#comment-107 Heraticlus said; one can never put ones foot in the same river.
From a World Eternae point of view, philosophically, he’s right.
Me ,the sophist, brings it down to the personal.
Our dipping foot is never the same. We change with every experience, we learn, we change. Sometimes we regress, sometimes we are fallow, the pressures constrain us, mostly we grow.
We are touched by life. We progress.
But we are never the same even day to day.

I think of how we look at what would be the ‘same’..a constant.
Take the sea.
The merchant looks at the sea and sees profit
The Admiral looks at the sea and sees glory
The traveller looks at the sea and sees adventure

Yet it is the same sea

So of our life.
Depending on our viewpoint we judge, and are judged, by ourselves and others.
What is hardship and deprivation to us, is gold to others.
What we see as giving love others see as control. Being controlled
What we might see as tenderness and care is seen as weakness by the ‘strong’.
Naiveté pitched against cynicism, worldliness the enemy of hope.

And from all these grains of sands on the beach of life we must grasp the handful that is ours, that which is meaningful, that which may trickle through our fingers most easily and pleasing.
The moment we look across at the others handful, judge it’s trickle and fineness we have lost our own moment, ceased to be ourselves and become, instead, an outsider, no longer a participant but, a watcher of that which we can never know…for it is not our fingers through which the other’s sand trickles.
Does this mean disengagement? Never helping…never advising?
No.
But it does mean not being disturbed if our sage advice is ignored.
We may know the sense, the correctness, the validity of that which is communicated yet, we stand in different shoes.
So the writer captures the moment…no thought of past or future…but the now
It doesn’t mean one expression of art is more valid than the other..we just commit ourselves to the page in a different way

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