This is a wonderful poem, worthy of memorization.
The visual quality of the shrill collective myth trudging up the hill and swooping down over and over is illustrative and thought-provoking.
It's hard to break out of the mindset that tells us to live only for tomorrow, as if tomorrow were our permanent address and today we are only on the road going there. The nasty thing is, tomorrow never comes, because we never let it come.
How do we break out of it? It's very hard, because everyone "out there" expects us to play along in that collective myth. So we need to find our own way.
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The visual quality of the shrill collective myth trudging up the hill and swooping down over and over is illustrative and thought-provoking.
It's hard to break out of the mindset that tells us to live only for tomorrow, as if tomorrow were our permanent address and today we are only on the road going there. The nasty thing is, tomorrow never comes, because we never let it come.
How do we break out of it? It's very hard, because everyone "out there" expects us to play along in that collective myth. So we need to find our own way.