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ORIGINAL: Canoerebel It's 1 a.m., I've just awakened after sleeping for about three hours, and the mood to write is upon me. This may or may not be a good thing. Sometimes the writing flows in a satisfying, fulfilling way. Usually it doesn't, filling the writer with dismay and despair. I may write all night. Or I may succumb to self-loathing, shut down my computer, and toss and turn all night long. I'm going to do something pretty questionable for a writer. Here's the opening paragraphs. Later, if it turns into something complete, I'll post the final version. If it turns out I was embarking on a task of futility, I'll let you know that too. I'm hoping this will turn into an article of 1,000 to 2,000 words about beauty and about time. The genesis of the idea came last week, while I was walking the autumn woods shortly after rain had brought down most of the colorful leaves. The opening paragraphs (all I have, at the moment, except for the outline): For the poet, there are moments when time seems to stop; occasions when, for seconds or minutes, a thing of surpassing beauty transfixes. With clarity awakened, he contemplates the newly extraordinary – the loveliness of a leaf, the melody of a birdsong, the biting scent of hickory. His mind plays with words and phrases that might do justice to the occasion. Sometimes he succeeds. More often, he doesn’t. The grand old movie Doctor Zhivago captures this mood perfectly. Yuri Zhivago, the protagonist, is a gifted poet and physician enduring the deprivations and horrors of the Russian Revolution. In one scene, he stands at a dark window frosted with ice. When a beam of sunlight suddenly illuminates the window, he traces with his finger the delicately laced frost crystals. And the beauty of the moment pierces his heart. Looks like a great lead in to the discussion of beauty and time. Beauty must be fleeting else it becomes the usual, the ordinary. So the rose loses its petals after a brief blessing to our sight, and the leaves fall off the autumn trees after a cold rain. I look forward to seeing more of your article.
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No matter how bad a situation is, you can always make it worse. - Chris Hadfield : An Astronaut's Guide To Life On Earth
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