This blog recently has been about the miracle of birth, about life, about joy. I've been doing my best to ignore the flip side, the endings that surround us in equal portion to the beginnings. I've avoided thinking about it in hopes of not feeling about it. You can't hide, though. In the very act of trying to duck-and-cover, the reminders are there, ingrained in everything we do.
Alongside Dr. Seuss, I read some Shakespeare to James. Not safe. Taking great joy in reading to the little bug the other day, I happened on this sonnet.
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd
The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age;
When sometime lofty towers I see down-raz'd,
And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
Increasing store with loss, and loss with store;
When I have seen such interchange of state,
Or state itself confounded to decay;
Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate—
That Time will come and take my love away.
This thought is as a death, which cannot choose
But weep to have that which it fears to lose.
Too close to home.
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