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Wednesday, December 15, 2010

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Devika said...

You die as you live...sometimes reinventing, recreating identities -- Very nice, Lorraine :)

Sometimes the only creation one needs is a little recreation....what we call immersing in a hobby...and we are here exactly for that - no? so are we living or dying...i think we are dying or living on purpose - agree? :)

love,
dev

Lorraine said...

The purpose of life is dying...I think it's cool..and yes I agree, you die as you live :)

Devika said...

yes, Lorraine...it has really appealled to my thinking...because every moment you live, you are nearer to your grave by that moment, a moment has died in the clock set in your body...what i can't imagine is death in one blow!

dev

Devika said...

yes, you know you gotta go when the call comes...but i endure the thought of death always, death gives me peace -- a paradox may be :)

dev

Devika said...

Death is metaphor of a lover who wouldn't ditch you the last time he knocks :)

dev

Devika said...

haha...see comments pouring -- my brain gets active with the thought of dying :)

dev

Magyar said...

It is said: The shortest distance between two points... is a straight line.

In your "life-line," be sure there are "curves" as you "create yourself."

LL... your depth of thought!

Lorraine said...

Death is not a metaphor for an ex...yuk...no one should have power like that over you, those who have tried have failed miserably....well where I'm concerned anyway, Dev where in the world are you going with this...wait, what? I'm asking for another comment? lol go for it

Doug, curves is truly all I have ;)

Magyar said...

"Curves," is a metaphor.
__Other interests... outside of that tunnel in whice we are expected to stay.

Devika said...

I am not going anywhere...I am Mrs. Suresh who is very clear who I am living with...EX had no power over me except we loved each other ...but my husband has powers over me in ALL aspects of my life...EXCEPT MY WRITING!

I was talking of a literary metaphor that works in my mind...As a writer I am Devika Jyothi, as my father named me...nor did he have any right on my thinking -- CRYSTAL CLEAR! :)

Done for the day? :)

dev

Devika said...

And yes, Neither my husband...Nor my father, Nor any passerby has any say on my death, except that being a suicide...

well father is gone; so anyway He has no say....but he wouldn't approve me suiciding, I know,

Lorraine, also let me make it clear....our identity here is that of writers/bloggers not lovers, i guess...though we love others' works and them...LET US BE FINALLY ONCE MORE CLEAR THERE :)

dev

Brian Miller said...

a little more each day...of both...i wonder if there is a point where the two meet or if it is a continual process...

Kathy said...

I love this photo! The colors are wonderful against the snow.

Janice Thomson said...

Profound words chere amie...wonder how many of us will greet death with a smile though we've had many decades to prepare for it...

TALON said...

Life is but a slow death...I really liked this, Lorraine. A reminder to make the most of our time...

sandy said...

Interesting photo. It it a good thing, too. Some of us still need a lot of work.

ArleneWKW said...

Well, I don't agree that "the purpose" of life is to die, but . . . I think that one creates oneself as one moves through one's life. The inevitable end point is death. I have created the 64 year old woman that I now am, just as I created my teenage self. But, and I think you may disagree, my creation (of self) was limited by the raw materials that also formed self, DNA etc. and also by the resources of my environment. A malnourished Arlene would have been a much different 64 year old woman than the woman I have become.

Awesome picture.

Gillena Cox said...

Death may also, as Lorraine has implied, be; the cause of newness, a phasing into somewhere, you havent been before :)

much love
gillena

Michael Rawluk said...

I read some comments. Yes, we begin dying the day we are born. What a beautiful shot.

Eddie said...

very well said,
so it is...

Lorraine said...

Dev, are you ever clear, really lol following your intellectual prowess can be quite challenging, hum ;)

Brian, it's say continual, 'cause the soul can't die

Isn't it stunning Kathy, thanks a lot :)

Janice, I'm looking forward to the trip back home, this is not to say that at the minute of death being my 'human' form, I won't panick like crazy

Talon, in Heaven we'll talk about how much we miss earth (not a darned bit) lol

Sandy we all do...so much to learn :)

Arlene I absolutely agree, we have to work with the material at hand, immerse ourselves in humanness, and shine as best as we can in a world that has forgotten his centre and we hurt so much

Oh yeah Gillena, totally agree lol

Yep Michael but death oh is so much better than birth...you'll see ;)

So it is Eddie ! :)

comrade harps said...

I'll have to think about that.

Underwood said...

I like your photos. It is true. We are in a constant state of decomposition and are not static. I am changing. I am dying. Some days more than others. A gentle reminder not to take ourselves too seriously on any one given day. (Yes, I tend to do that!)