tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19360670.post113527270723329946..comments2024-03-25T03:20:57.659-04:00Comments on My Daily Struggles: The Warm, Lighted Houses on the Top of the HillMy Daily Struggleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12785498459884222234noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19360670.post-1135351937053544552005-12-23T10:32:00.000-05:002005-12-23T10:32:00.000-05:00Gary, drop by my blog for a surprise :)http://www....Gary, drop by my blog for a surprise :)<BR/><BR/>http://www.shivreddy.com<BR/><BR/>PS: I assumed you would give me permission; you seemed that way. Thank you and keep writing, I will return often to read.<BR/><BR/>In opening, let me first thank my friend, gary freedman, for doing me the honor of dedicating to me this wonderful, eloquent post. Can't say enough how much I appreciate it.<BR/><BR/><I>"I could easily imagine disappearing without leaving any trace in the world."</I><BR/><BR/>Gary, you can rest assured that is not going to happen. I sense a hidden literary masterpeice incarcerated within the confines of your imagination, a billowing zeppelin, that you only have to put pen to paper, to perforate your mind's reservoir ever so slightly and allow thoughts to gush forth. Perhaps it will be ahead of our time and take eons to catch on, but your unique situation is a gift, if you choose to see it that way, a situation that allows you to look at the universe in a way that can only inspire others, for daring to be so different. Only in your world can melancholy solitude bring remarkable calm and bliss, and only in your world can pain or suffering bring cheer, although perhaps not to the person laboring them, but to the observer who seeks to learn from the experience. <BR/><BR/>I was delighted to see you were a student of <I>Sanksrit</I>, one of the many most complex languages and scripts, to have emerged from the Indian subcontinent. I speak <I>Hindi</I>, a relatively contemporary language which derived from the <I>Devnagari</I> script and is very similar, albiet much more colloquial than <I>Sanskrit</I>, that in fact it aspects of its current form must have evolved substainally from the older language. Every letter in these scripts is a bona fide exercise in an evocative art form, which when strung together to form words, capture the quintessence of the emotion they seek to express in a way very few languages can hope to achieve. But that might be just me. <BR/><BR/>Note to self: Must grab ahold of Hesse’s Demian; but as you would say, and I twist your words a bit, outside is reality, here sitting at my desk reading your post lives a dream, to be able to rejoice in the simple pleasures of life and indulge in prose and poetry, unfortunately I have limited time. <BR/><BR/>With your permission, I will reproduce this post on my blog. I must confess that the thought of similarly writing and dedicating a post to you in grateful recompense crossed my mind, but I had to dismiss the incubational sense before it fomented to a more advanced notion for fear I will not be able to match the grandeur of your words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19360670.post-1135284170780860472005-12-22T15:42:00.000-05:002005-12-22T15:42:00.000-05:00saludos from chile... gracias por visitar mi blog!...saludos from chile... gracias por visitar mi blog!!! desde el centro mismo de Stgo, Ashod Puckashodpuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09188613195759743241noreply@blogger.com