Yesterday, I spent a happy afternoon exploring temples in the vicinity of Theog. The sky was the most cheerful blue, the sunshine like molten marmalade. It felt good to be alive, and these lines by Willa Cather sprang to mind:
I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.
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The caption of the post is wonderful.
The title of the post is wonderful
I love this.Sunshine like molten marmalade-and the essence of happiness.Thanks.
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Salaam, Autar-ji. Thank you and naya saal mubaraq.
You're welcome, Varsha :)
Belated Happy New Year. I don't visit your blog anywhere near as often as I should.
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