Joys Of Old Age
How Wonderful.
Now in old age with a weaker eyesight, can I see beauty
that is just before me which I didn’t see with good eyesight before, even were
I to have the time. What a revelation.
Now can I find, enjoy, read, hear, see, beauty in the simplest things. My mind is as young as ever. I don’t need to have read a novel, or to have heard an oratorio, opera, symphony, seen roses, orchids, ... to really find beauty, I don’t have to have eaten special foods, drinks. But then I was so haughty.
Now can I find, enjoy, read, hear, see, beauty in the simplest things. My mind is as young as ever. I don’t need to have read a novel, or to have heard an oratorio, opera, symphony, seen roses, orchids, ... to really find beauty, I don’t have to have eaten special foods, drinks. But then I was so haughty.
Beauty must be rich, grand, brilliant I thought,
ignoring, humbling, despising beauty in the so simple, the so small, the so common, ... so near, yet, so dear to
me, now:
or this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K5Vqjbpcjl0
June 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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