ONLY THIS VAST CORE BEING REMAINS
THAT IS SO SILENT
At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred.
Later he became conscious of his damaged wings
and of their construction and he learned to think and could not fly anymore because the love of flight was gone
and he could only remember when it had been effortless."
The above shared by Rosemary Mitchell:
Hemingway on Scott Fitzgerald ..
(His handicap , his down fall, his demise)
my words and his the last bit
I find this so poignant and direct to the point.
In the terms of Ernest.
It is direct and honest.
Otherwise, there is so much life –
no time for inane thoughts.
what is important has changed.
Related to the body.
In the absence of either,
Where are the problems?