I think the answer to many of life's big questions might be Sometimes.
Is the world a good place? Sometimes.
Am I happy? Sometimes.
Are people essentially good? Sometimes.
Are human beings warlike? Sometimes.
Six year old Scott answers many questions with Maybe or Perhaps or Probly and if you ask him to do something he doesn't want to do he says No thanks with a simplicty and charm that disarms you, and you find yourself saying Oh, ok then to his back as he walks off to do whatever it is he'd much rather be doing...
A book intruigingly called Happy. Why More Or Less Everything Is Absolutely Fine by Derren Brown is on my Christmas wish list. In it is this quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke's Letter To A Young Poet
Things are not all as graspable and sayable
as on the whole we are led to believe.
Most events are unsayable,
occur in a space that no word has ever penetrated
as on the whole we are led to believe.
Most events are unsayable,
occur in a space that no word has ever penetrated
Perhaps this is why we have painting and music, and dance and ritual.
Perhaps.
And why the candle placed in the garden by our daughter tonight on what would have been my husband's birthday says so much more than I can possibly say.
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