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into_the_wild

Dreams are what you wake up from.

14 years of Livejournalling, and hopefully, more to come.


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into_the_wild

:: The Fly ::


:: The Fly ::


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath.

And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.

(William Blake)

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(Anonymous)
And the want Of thought is death;

I do not understand this part
How does having the want of thought lead to death?

Alvin Tan

methinks....

if life or the fact of existence gives strength through breath, from the consciousness of thinking, then the mere want to think (and to live) will bring death, anyway, since death, is a result from life (that is, being borne into existence).

and hence, the last stanza, about living a happy life, (in life an in death).


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