Nietzche told us we find words only for what is already dead in our hearts. An old delivery wagon and an old house. The old house reminds me of one on the west side of the town I grew up in. The horse and delivery wagon reminds me of a guy who grew up in the late 1920's and given one hour to tell a group of us about his life recalled mostly his youth. He told a group of us one day about delivering milk out of a wagon as a boy for his fathers business. In the hour that he had he used at least 25 minutes was spent on his winning the "marble champ award" for his school and then the state as a young boy. Then about 10 minutes on his job on a wagon like this. He did indeed find words for what had already had become if not dead at least long gone but for him it was his life. I would hate to use my hour like that............................................
No Subject Today, Nothing (Just some words, perhaps alive and reflective of the day, at least)
Nothing is got for nothing Emerson's law of compensation
I do follow a few blogs and find them interesting. I can't tell you if this series of thoughts, random as they may be, really are of much reflect the day. I have a blog I follow a lot. It is a guy who lives way up North. He is Irish. he posts just a picture each day. Says nothing. I don't know who reads it or why, yet I find it interesting. I recall that he posted a picture of a old wagon delivering peaches in Chicago in 1903 the other day. Don't have a clue why he posted it.
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