"I am not the wise old fish. The point of the fish story is merely that the most obvious, important realities are often the ones that are hardest to see and talk about." David Foster Wallace
This is a most thought provoking, intriguing essay. You artwork and photograph are beautiful. This lovely, quiet, evocative piece is just what I need to refocus everything. I'm going to love following you ✌️
Magnificent, thank you for sharing. She found the essence of that encounter; a tiny bead of pure life in a futile yet valiant struggle.
"What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body. As often as he crossed the pane, I could fancy that a thread of vital light became visible. He was little or nothing but life."
Wow... beautiful writing!
Thank you, Tom
This is a most thought provoking, intriguing essay. You artwork and photograph are beautiful. This lovely, quiet, evocative piece is just what I need to refocus everything. I'm going to love following you ✌️
Thank you, Randi!
This piece was beautiful. Ty for sharing it with the world.
Thanks, Anthony!
Frederik in. your writing i can relate my feelings and sometimes how as a bee trying to escape but hitting the bump. Thank you for your post.
Nice piece and good writing
Your story of the bee made me think of The Death of the Moth by Virginia Woolf, you might enjoy it: https://www.gutenberg.net.au/ebooks12/1203811h.html#:~:text=Leonard%20Woolf.-,The%20Death%20of%20the%20Moth,-Moths%20that%20fly
Magnificent, thank you for sharing. She found the essence of that encounter; a tiny bead of pure life in a futile yet valiant struggle.
"What he could do he did. Watching him, it seemed as if a fibre, very thin but pure, of the enormous energy of the world had been thrust into his frail and diminutive body. As often as he crossed the pane, I could fancy that a thread of vital light became visible. He was little or nothing but life."
Incredible piece!