Tuesday, April 02, 2013

A Memory of Paradise

Soon the child’s clear eye is clouded over by ideas and opinions, preconceptions, and abstractions. Simple free being becomes encrusted with the burdensome armor of the ego. Not until years later does an instinct come that a vital sense of mystery has been withdrawn. The sun glints through the pines and the heart is pierced in a moment of beauty and strange pain, like a memory of paradise. After that day, we become seekers.
- Peter Matthiessen

4 comments:

Kathleen said...

Seeking.

jeronimus said...

Hi Kathleen.
Did you have a shaft of sunlight through the pines moment?

Kathleen said...

These moments keep happening.

jeronimus said...

Wishing you many more.