Poet: Carl Sandburg
Volume: Smoke and Steel
- IX. Haze
Year: Published/Written in 1922
Comment 1 of 1, added on April 14th, 2014 at 5:32 AM.
I will be the first
I will be the first to comment here buacese I have an additional thought. The quote above is philosophical, I think, a musing about the layers of our life, but on a more practical level, my question is about tears. Does it matter how much and how often we cry? Is the lack of tears a sign of strength, or rather maybe a badge of weakness? Do we cry less in adulthood buacese it is simply less appropriate somehow? Do we cry less as parents buacese we are worried about sending a certain message to our progeny, or maybe buacese there are enough tears (the kind from little eyes) in our lives? All worth thinking about, I think Ooooh one more thought/question. Is it up to us to peel back the layers of our life or are these layers on some level shed automatically as we plow forward with existence?(Deep thoughts for 6:09am, huh? )
Jhep from Dominican Republic
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