tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30893146.post1842476265724926740..comments2023-10-10T15:13:52.635+02:00Comments on RaKo: Time...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30893146.post-48045829457535354642007-03-21T14:30:00.000+01:002007-03-21T14:30:00.000+01:00Rako, I enjoy peeking in on your journeys, as time...Rako, I enjoy peeking in on your journeys, as time allows. I simply had to comment on this entry. Safe travels, my friend. Michael<BR/><BR/>"<B>A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered</B>. You are speaking, <I>Hmän</I>, as if the pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is one thing. ...What you call remembering is the last part of the pleasure, as the crah is the last part of a poem. When you and I met, the meeting was over very shortly, it was nothing. Now it is growing something as we remember it. But still we know very little about it. What it will be when I remember it as I lie down to die, what it makes in me all my days till then -- that is the real meaning. The other is only the beginning of it."<BR/>-- Hyoi, a <I>hrossa</I>, in C.S. Lewis' <I>Out of the Silent Planet</I>, chapter 12. The <B>bold</B> text is my emphasismjstrandhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06339181697249816715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30893146.post-5828704142315926952007-03-16T11:27:00.000+01:002007-03-16T11:27:00.000+01:00Good reflection..I can certainly understand the mi...Good reflection..I can certainly understand the mixed feelings you are experiencing..but nonetheless we all look forward to your arrival<BR/>back home :) Much love MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com