People like to do their shopping after work.Me too.
People are lazy, though.
They rather circle the parking lot
for hours than take a spot
further away and walk.
One thing I hate is when people stopand wait for someone to load their car
just so that they can get their spot.
It always takes forever.
And no one can get past.
The line of cars behind them is
super long.
You hear someone honk?
That's me.
There is ample metaphysics in not thinking at all.
ReplyDeleteWhat do I think about the world?
How should I know what I think about the world?
If I were ill I would think about it.
What idea have I about things?
What opinion do I have on causes and effects?
What meditations have I had upon God and the soul
And upon the creation of the World?
I don't know. For me, to think about that is to shut
me eyes.
And not think. It is to draw the curtains
Of my window (but it has no curtains).
The mystery of things? How should I know I know what
mystery is?
The only mystery is there being somebody who might
think about mystery.
A man who stands in the sun and shuts his eyes
Begins not to know what the sun is
And to think many things full of heat.
But he opens his eyes and sees the sun,
And now he cannot think of anything,
Because the light of the sun is worth more than the
thoughts
Of all the philosophers and all the poets.
The light of the sun does not know what it is doing
And so does stray and is common and good.
Metaphysics? What metaphysics do those trees have?
That of being green and having crowns and branches
And that of giving fruit at their hours, - which is not
what makes us think,
Us, who don't know to be aware of them.
But what better metaphysics than theirs,
Which is not knowing why they live
And not knowing they don't know?
A poem by Alberto Caeiro, a heteronym of Fernando Pessoa. I admire the simplicty of you writing and of the photographs.