A Poet's Journal: October 28th, 2013

October 28th, 2013

In the last moments of sleep this morning a treatise came before my dreaming mind upon the subject of certainty and uncertainty and how we were to distinguish each in our modern world.  The beginning was admirable and had such a sober confidence to it that the rest of the work seemed to take energy from it, but upon waking, my recollection of all the arguments vanished.  It is often quite befuddling to think upon those things we neglect and to ask ourselves the meaning.  For to remain at the beck and call of the mind forces us to consider what kind of person we shall be, whereas if we did not, we would always dream and soon forget that the kind of person we are is bound to the appearance of what we neglect.

Douglas Thornton