:: Diving Bell and the Butterfly ::
I watched the Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Sunday afternoon.
The show gave me much thought. I saw the world, with bated breath.
A limited world, but a world, nonetheless.
Of the distant oceans from the corner of the hospital verandah.
Of the lighthouse in red and white stripes, of the therapists,
Of the wife, and kids, and the lover.
From the perspective of Jean-Dominique's left eye.
How many disasters must a man endure, before he learns how to love life
And be grateful for what is already there, and has been there
I related this notion to my personal disasters.
I am grateful I am grateful.