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– There's beauty in interpreting lyrics as broad as Estas Tonne's „Internal Flight“.
– Additionally, here are a few parallels of its broad meaning within scripture :
Kings 19:12 Acts 17:28 Ephesians 4:22 Matthew 16:6 Matthew 16:24 Corinthians 8:1 Matthew 22:37-39 2 Corinthians 5:17 Corinthians 15:31 John 17:21 Proverbs 3:5-6 Matthew 18:3 Colossians 3:14 Romans 12:2 Galatians 2:20 Psalm 55:6
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— I'm being drawn to the type of instrumentals people used to make back in the days. Merely a nostalgic sense, better yet reminiscing a series of summer nights in a local bar, skimming through the same streets, laughing with the oh so well known group of people me and my sister used to hang out with.. Those days free of worries whilst swimming through troubling situations are the core attribute to each our own individualism.
Or so I believe...
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Charles Dickens’s Bleak House (1852–53) illustrated by Hablot Knight Browne (“Phiz”).
” Dead people receive more flowers than living ones because regret is stronger than gratitude. “
– Anne Frank
Aesthetically pleasing mini gem..
the grief of growing
It's interesting that when Nelly talks about Edgar's feelings for Catherine, the metaphor she uses places him in the role of a predator. Particularly as she's using the metaphor to describe what she sees as Edgar being drawn in and trapped by Catherine. He is "the soft thing" being lured in by her, but at the same time she is... a mouse half killed? A bird half eaten?
Of course Edgar isn't a predator towards Catherine in the normal sense of the word, but you can argue that one of the main causes of Cathy's death is her marriage to Edgar... And perhaps it's the knowledge of what will happen later that causes Nelly to choose this metaphor. Something about how Edgar is "soft," but he's also the one who actually survives their marriage; it is actually Cathy who is flying to her fate here.
And Cathy is already "half killed" that is, half integrated into elite society, halfway to marrying Edgar. (Heathcliff leaving the room as Edgar comes in!)
But also:
A reversal, attributing her death to Heathcliff as much as Edgar. Partly due to his vindictiveness in marrying Isabella, which upsets their formerly stable equilibrium and ruins their chances of keeping in contact, but also, I think, just due to the intensity of their relationship - death is the only way it can end!
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”Fate sent me early sleep. I am not dead, I have only changed rooms. I live in you, I walk through your dreams, for transformation has befallen us, who were united. You believe me dead. But: that I may comfort the world, I live on there with a thousand souls, in the hearts of my friends. No, I have not departed: immortality has redeemed me from death.“
Love Song How shall I hold my soul so that it does not touch yours? How shall I lift it above you to other things? Oh, gladly I would hide it away with something lost in the darkness, in a strange, quiet place that does not resonate when your depths resonate. But everything that touches us, you and me, draws us together like a bow stroke that draws one voice from two strings. On what instrument are we strung? And what violinist holds us in his hand? O sweet song.
I was challenged yesterday by a friend when I lazily reposted this quote from Langston Hughes, or actually just the first half. The quote I shared stopped before the knife was revealed. It gave a bluesy kinda vibe that gelled with how I was felling at the moment. The knife changes everything. And like everything these day, it seems to make me think of the books we have been reading.
In The Brothers Karamazov, Ivan realizing the worms he had put in the ear of Smerdyakov…
In A Christmas Carol, Scrooge is forced to face his three ghostly worms,
In Frankenstein, Victor was unwilling to face his own worms and is haunted by his creation,
In No Country for Old Men, Sheriff Bell sees the worms, and shrinks back.
In East of Eden, Samuel and Lee patiently wrestle out the worms.
In A Doll’s House, Nora watches Torvald read the letter, finally to face the worms in her home.
In Antigone, blind Tiresias driven to anger, lays out the truth of the worms to Creon,
And in The Great Gatsby, that yellow car finally spilling the truth out for Nick, the worms that had been there from the beginning.
Not that heaven can be made of earth, but that good comes from facing unwelcomed truths. And not the world with its streets and telephones and worms of the earth, but the world in my eyes and the worms I have let infest my view. That this will take work, and I may have to face some pain.
