Children and Philosophy

I have a very tough six years old teacher at home. Yesterday I didn’t pass her test, so she gave me a B+.

“Stop laughing” – she said. “I will test you again tomorrow. If you still don’t know the answers, I will give you an F. “

There they are, the questions I failed to answer:

How was God created?

Do numbers have and end?

How many years do dinosaurs live?

How does a bean grow?

How do people exist?

When I grow up will you get small?

Palm Sunday - The Unbearable Lightness of Being*

Made some drawings with my daughter this morning, went to a piano lesson, then to church, took a long, long walk in the park on the way back home, bought tulips, primrose; ate some sandwiches, weaved willow wreaths, played hopscotch, skipped a jump rope in the backyard – in the midst of this idyllic day I thought to myself – God, how did we survive childhood?

I would never, in a million years, want to be a child again…

*Reprint: Palm Sunday, April 2009

 

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Some days are better than others…

Great. Now we have two Evanescence bands...

We are the Fallen

Evanescence

The  story is not over yet. Two people who love each other, tangled in an oxymoronic bond, sing about the unrequited obsession with one another:

Going under

My Immortal

There is a very rare, fascinating Cathy-Heathcliff thing going on – a soul split in two, never to be put quite together again. They are, indeed, the Fallen ones. There would be no Grace for the Doomed, for the Buried alive in the eternal recurrence of this obsession – just a narcissistic libido going berserk, never completely managing to swallow the Other.

Mama Said

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"I would never leave you, mama" - my daughter said.


Mama Said (link)

Dialectical treasures

Found today in an old box: my childhood white hair ribbons, my mother's wedding veil, some more white wedding ribbons and a black, funeral one.

How fragile we are...

Hope

George Frederick Watts