’But leaving me apart, Rupert; do you think the children are better, richer, happier, for all this knowledge; do you really think they are? Or is it better to leave them untouched, spontaneous. Hadn’t they better be animals, simple animals, crude, violent, ANYTHING, rather than this self-consciousness, this incapacity to be spontaneous.’
They thought she had finished. But with a queer rumbling in her throat she resumed, ‘Hadn’t they better be anything than grow up crippled, crippled in their souls, crippled in their feelings—so thrown back—so turned back on themselves—incapable—’ Hermione clenched her fist like one in a trance—'of any spontaneous action, always deliberate, always burdened with choice, never carried away.’
Again they thought she had finished. But just as he was going to reply, she resumed her queer rhapsody—’never carried away, out of themselves, always conscious, always self-conscious, always aware of themselves. Isn’t ANYTHING better than this? Better be animals, mere animals with no mind at all, than this, this NOTHINGNESS—’
’But do you think it is knowledge that makes us unliving and self-conscious?’ he asked irritably.
She opened her eyes and looked at him slowly.
’Yes,’ she said. She paused, watching him all the while, her eyes vague. Then she wiped her fingers across her brow, with a vague weariness. It irritated him bitterly. ‘It is the mind,’ she said, ‘and that is death.’ She raised her eyes slowly to him: ‘Isn’t the mind—’ she said, with the convulsed movement of her body, ‘isn’t it our death?
Doesn’t it destroy all our spontaneity, all our instincts? Are not the young people growing up today, really dead before they have a chance to live?’
-- Women in Love
-- D. H. Lawrence
WARNING
If you are looking for coherence, conciseness, clarity then I advice you to use your mouse to click away to the farthest corner of cyberspace you can find…Welcome, you have stumbled upon my personal junkyard in cyberspace. Proudly published here is the clutter I have accumulated at the back of my mind since I first started trying to make sense of the magnificent chaos called life. So if you possess a temperament for the orderly, if inconsistency puts you out of countenance or if chaos is too harsh for your fair sensibilities consider yourself forewarned. If you, however, still decide to stick around long enough to check it out, scattered around are a handful of choice verses, favorite anecdotes, extensive rambling about anything and everything under the sun, opinions about opinions, pages of troubled scribbling, very, very elegant wailing about matters that matter etc. etc. etc. Much of what you find here would not make sense. But that’s all right, I didn’t intend it to. According to me the biggest obligation the world, forces upon ones person is sense. I believe if there weren’t so many sensible people around everything would make more sense…but here I go again, right in the middle of my foreword. Anyways, with all those highly entertaining and informative sites out there, this is a welcome change. Enjoy, detest or whatever...
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Disclaimer: Any resemblance between the above views and those of my employer, my terminal or the view out of my window are purely coincidental. Any resemblance between the above and my own views is non-deterministic. The question of the existence of views in the absence of anyone to hold them is left as an exercise for the reader. The question of the existence of the reader is left as an exercise of the second god co-efficient. (A discussion of non-orthogonal, non-integral polytheism is beyond the scope of this blog.)
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