The Adults
As the Adults, we are feared and loathed by children
Why?
Because we are angry skeletons, dancing on the roof top of their experience
It is our forceful and all knowing stomp,
That tries to extinguish their light
Will they ever forgive us?
Are we worthy of forgiveness?
Only when we ourselves become children again
Mirabai said,
March 12, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Cute kid! I think you should name your blog Carmental, instead of Luftmensch….it will keep your image more consistent (says the marketer in me):)
Devin said,
March 24, 2008 at 3:20 am
Well said. This reminded me of two things: one was a comic strip about a girl who is 24 and still builds forts out of sofa furniture (but has her boyfriend in the fort)–because why should getting older necessarily mean stop doing things that are fun; the other was that I spent some time talking about Mr. Rogers and Sesame Street with a girl at the SF MOMA the other day, and then finding that both are available via DVD on Amazon.com.
It seems like it should be easy to become children again, if we let ourselves do so, that is.
I am Aurora, and I Live For the Trees said,
March 24, 2008 at 4:26 am
Thanks!!