I had a very thought provoking discussion Wednesday night about the idea of death and reincarnation. It made me question- Do we ever really die? I know that some could get into this on an extremely deep religious leel, but really that's not what I am looking for! I guess after reading T.S. Eliot's the four quartets over and over, I can't stop thinking about death. When we die what do we become? If we are reincarnated do we continue our lives as they were or are we on a completely different path? Perhaps we could be caught between these two worlds. I don't necessarily think that we come back as some extraordinary mythical creature or animal per se but are in a way ourselves yet not. It makes so much more sense to me in my head...
While enjoying a delicious bottle of red wine that I could have probably shared more of rather than indulging in most of it myself, T.S. Eliot's line came into my mind:
"Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter."
This passage confused me at first because I thought well isn't that real love, when all that matters to two people is the present time and they are not dwelling on the past or worrying about the future? (because unfortunately from time to time I find myself doing both and it seems to end more in argument or distressed thoughts). Then I thought to myself...well, maybe what Eliot wants us to think about it is that Love is Love when everything ceases to matter, even time. With love, there is only love. When I am with one I love I realize, time doesn't matter (sadly not even class matters) everything ceases to matter except for that one person and the unity that exists between us.
While I learned so much or at least thought about so much from this conversation I was still left wondering- Eliot can never be sorted out!
While enjoying a delicious bottle of red wine that I could have probably shared more of rather than indulging in most of it myself, T.S. Eliot's line came into my mind:
"Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter."
This passage confused me at first because I thought well isn't that real love, when all that matters to two people is the present time and they are not dwelling on the past or worrying about the future? (because unfortunately from time to time I find myself doing both and it seems to end more in argument or distressed thoughts). Then I thought to myself...well, maybe what Eliot wants us to think about it is that Love is Love when everything ceases to matter, even time. With love, there is only love. When I am with one I love I realize, time doesn't matter (sadly not even class matters) everything ceases to matter except for that one person and the unity that exists between us.
While I learned so much or at least thought about so much from this conversation I was still left wondering- Eliot can never be sorted out!
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