There is a story that the plaintive wail of the flute comes from the reeds lament at being cut from its osier bed. This story, a parable for the end of childhood innocence, in my opinion, and calls the heart to remember, to long for a time that was when everything had the beauty of innocent youth.
And yet, as we all know, growing up is our duty and we have to leave childish things behind, no or else we will surely be made fun of.
Yes, I think most people suffer from some sort of nostalgia for a time that was and which we want to come again.
Now depending on things difficult perhaps to fathom, some of us can see change as that which spoils perfection and some of us are driven to bring it back again. I think you can see from this where I am going.
For the Conservative change is what destroys beauty and for the Liberal the status quo is what hold him from returning. And if all of this is so but happening at an unconscious level, people who basically seek the same thing are standing in each others way. What a mess that would be.
And yet, as we all know, growing up is our duty and we have to leave childish things behind, no or else we will surely be made fun of.
Yes, I think most people suffer from some sort of nostalgia for a time that was and which we want to come again.
Now depending on things difficult perhaps to fathom, some of us can see change as that which spoils perfection and some of us are driven to bring it back again. I think you can see from this where I am going.
For the Conservative change is what destroys beauty and for the Liberal the status quo is what hold him from returning. And if all of this is so but happening at an unconscious level, people who basically seek the same thing are standing in each others way. What a mess that would be.