Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
Don't
postpone joy too long.
That's a bad idea; leaves you
hollow on the inside, like brown
toast on the out, heat-seared, or worse:
bitter, like a mad black beetle. Don't
postpone living too long. How many
do you fancy are waiting to live their
whole lives to be close to you? Don't let
the whole sky lift off and escape
while you were asleep, dreaming,
dreaming of searching for a bird nest
by the side of a
quicksilver river.
Don't postpone all these
things that are really,
really great.
How simple and lucid an advice compared to most of your philosophical, transcendental inquiries into the nature of man, universe and everything in-between. Still, all the better since it's a good advice and the few metaphors certainly helped to convey the idea. I liked the bitter black beetle alliteration. Though honestly, the font here is just awful. Almost makes me feel like the speaker is talking in a slow, instructive voice like to a child. Then again, given the theme- it might well be a child but, alas, not neccessarily so.
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