If humans would only want necessary things like food and motherly affection, they wouldn’t be humans at all, but dogs. It stays in human’s power to actually want the impossible with the same ardor and confidence needed for a very thirsty man to reach a can of soda on a supermarket shelve.
Reasonably enough, there’s always someone or something to interfere brutally between us and our wildest dreams: mountains with their water gaps, people with their carelessness, years with their endless seconds, kids with their video games, operated hearts with their hesitating throbs, women with their marriage certificates draped in gold, warm waters with their pools, noisy nights with their New York, world wide webs with their spiders, and well, everything else that necessarily comes and
takes
the grace
away.
For the very most part, this world is about everything except our wishes.
PS: Speaking about the moon, listen to Small Faces‘ “Happiness Stan” from Ogden’s Nut Gone Flake (1968); this is their best album, undoubtedly.
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Don’t try to be a poet, it’s not working! You’re cruel, coldblooded and rationalistic by nature.
Very nicely put, Adela!
We’re humans because we think we need (and can have) unnecessary and impossible things. Superb! And nevertheless sad…
Very insightful, but I didn’t get the last part though.
Thank you all!