During my random rambling over the Net, I came across this excellent poem by Emily Dickinson. In only two paragraphs, she has laid bare the very essence of human desire.
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The heart asks pleasure first
And then, excuse from pain-
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering;
And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.
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The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.
1 comment:
Now that's pretty deep, but I gather I am current at 'let me sleep' phase.
With a baby around, you are always at that phase. For about 3 years, I guess :)
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