The breath around us
A friend has just become an uncle, another has just lost one by his own hand. These bits of informa-tion make one chary of the term, breathtaking. Possibly it is the most depleted resource of response we spend, the breathless pace of blogging almost stifling its intent. Now I have two friends who are conscious of the breath we take, and anguish and joy have this in common. They are aware that breath is hope. If one could blog for a purpose, one would blog for that. And to evince some gladness breath is taken, all around us, with interest to know why this is so.
such nice words!
ReplyDeleteand such a nice smile!!
thank you Laurent
Imagine taking the time to send thanks here for an act of familymaking. This is so Tassic, I hope you see it, too.
ReplyDeleteWe irrigate our veins with the blood of those whom we love. In breath there is hope for redemption. Many generations are strung out breathlessly, yet in their exhaling we inhaled that moment, that special moment, indeed that moment of which we dare not speak.
ReplyDeleteLaurent, how your words redeem.
One needs to take more care for the tasks one sets for oneself by imprudence with flame. Someone may come along and feel some part of himself warmed by one's inadvertence. But then people who set for themselves the task of approaching others, must occasionally reckon with their presence, indeed their wicked volley of an unsuspecting serve. Thank you for coming to RMBL, and to every reader for contributing his experience. It is certainly what fire is.
ReplyDeleteHeavy reading of Bertrand Russell asks all the questions, logically answered-but for me logic doesn't play are role in any loss or recompense-sending off a prayer-less often delivered than should be- for grace in coming or going. God seems less than merciful on that trip, maybe that is why it gets harder and harder to bother. A new life is what everyone wants regardless of the way it's gotten or it springs from.
ReplyDeleteI was thinking around in the vicinity of these remarks before I saw them, resulting in a "Saturday commute" which doesn't directly respond to this comment, and basically represents a coincidence. Your last sentence is the only terrain where I could venture to respond: I think an 'a priori' conception of the content of the 'new life' is still possibly too strong to allow it to be greeted, should it come. So I think, for many, "the way it's gotten or it springs" is still possibly loaded more into this preconception than you allow; but of course one would be pleased to be wrong.
ReplyDeleteWithout your suggesting it, one's mind pretty automatically turned to Eliot's discussions of the rational provenance of unwitting outcomes in "Murder in the Cathedral," including most famously, doing "the right deed for the wrong reason." Putting this on one side, and Jean Renoir's formulation (earlier this month) about 'everyone having his own reasons' on the other, one could see this passage as the difficult navigation that it is.
Thank you for coming to see the page today, especially, and sharing thoughts that encourage a question's pursuit. V nice.