Waxing Philosophical

Of the many Blogs I have had, Thoughts From The Little Apple was the most successful.  I was exploring the reason for disaster and struggling to understand what life meant to be human.  I thought I got it and was over with blogging, but as luck would have it - I was only partially right - I was missing something.

So I started off with After The Apple, the intention to look at where mankind fell short.  But, it seems life had another turn for me as I realized that what I thought was real, was but a vapor in reality.  Oh, make no mistake, I often thought I had it figured out, but I always got it wrong.  I now think I may never understand, simply because success will always be denied me in ferreting out the real answer.

I was watching Pride and Prejudice last night (shhhh, don't tell anybody!), yeah too exhausted to change the channel.  And so with apologies to Jane Austin, I toyed with Darcy's words at one point for mental fun:

"I have broken innumerable bones,
"Shot three times,
"Battles it seems without end,
"The stitches numbered into the thousands,
"The staples into the hundreds,
"Six times have I lingered on the margin of death,
"Once, to have died,
"Yet, I find the most grievous weapon wielded against me to have been Love,
"A wound inflicted from which I bleed continually,
"Yet, never brings death,
"Nor it seems to ever recover from."

And so, laying in bed last night, I chuckled at the twisted of words Darcy uttered to his femme fatale before he strode away.
She, then realizes she had gone too far.

So, I changed them a bit and laughed ... and laughed ... until the quiet of the night, when once again I could weep, unseen and unheard.  I have no more defenses left.