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Oh me! O Life!

When I think about creation, I think about the beginning. Where will the idea come from, how will it develop into something worth doing? Does it really matter if my designs are as beautiful as I would like them to be?


When I create something I want it to be a reflection of all that is beautiful, all that is good, whatever is pure, whatever is excellent. I want it to change my focus, from everything I am not, to everything that I can be. I want to see my creator.


Creation is about bringing life to that which lies dormant, giving life where there was once no hope. So will you join me, on a journey that has no end, that will take us places we have never been before? Will you make a decision never to give up, to keep running even when it seems like it's over? This world needs many more bringers of hope. There are songs that need to be sung, pages that need to be filled with light...will you take up your pen and write? Paint pictures that speak more than a thousand words? Some good advice for dry days "Though it flows not, continue to write; your pain will float away like frost and ice on the water."(1)

O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O life?

Answer.

That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse. (2)


1.From The Tale of Murasaki By Liza Dalby
2.
O me! O life! by Walt Whitman

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