in thoughts...
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Sand and a Distant Star - 在那遥远的星球， 一粒沙... Distance - what units, you say? How far does Death separate us?
Metres, Kilometres, Light years... who cares...
What I feel from the show:
Distance is not measured about how far apart 2 people are physically.
Distance is about the heart.
When hearts are linked, there's no distance - no matter whether you're in Taipei, Shanghai or Penefere.
Disclaimer: I can be the lousiest interpreter of themes of shows sometimes, but wth, this was what I felt.
At S11 SY brought up the topic about whether we want our friends to remember us after we die. I thought I did make my point on this in my blog, but hey, went back to look and I didn't say anything about it. hee. Paiseh.
Now, before sharing my stand, will share a poem - it is a poem I carry with me everywhere in my notebook.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Anonymous
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
This poem, by an unknown author, was found in an envelope left by a soldier killed by an exploding mine near Londonderry, in 1989. It was read aloud by his father on the BBC TV Programme Bookworm on Remembrance Sunday 1995.
When I die, I hope people will remember me - not keep me in their minds all the time, that's too torturous. I want them to go about their normal lives, do their own things, and occasionally see something that reminds them of me, or they feel I'd have liked, and think a little thought "Yup, she would have liked that." and just stop there. Forget the part of "But now she's gone."
That second part's not necessary. Totally redundant. Because I believe that those who have passed on, live on in our hearts and minds. They are only a thought away.
Distance apart: a thought.
What I feel from the show:
Distance is not measured about how far apart 2 people are physically.
Distance is about the heart.
When hearts are linked, there's no distance - no matter whether you're in Taipei, Shanghai or Penefere.
Disclaimer: I can be the lousiest interpreter of themes of shows sometimes, but wth, this was what I felt.
At S11 SY brought up the topic about whether we want our friends to remember us after we die. I thought I did make my point on this in my blog, but hey, went back to look and I didn't say anything about it. hee. Paiseh.
Now, before sharing my stand, will share a poem - it is a poem I carry with me everywhere in my notebook.
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Anonymous
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
This poem, by an unknown author, was found in an envelope left by a soldier killed by an exploding mine near Londonderry, in 1989. It was read aloud by his father on the BBC TV Programme Bookworm on Remembrance Sunday 1995.
When I die, I hope people will remember me - not keep me in their minds all the time, that's too torturous. I want them to go about their normal lives, do their own things, and occasionally see something that reminds them of me, or they feel I'd have liked, and think a little thought "Yup, she would have liked that." and just stop there. Forget the part of "But now she's gone."
That second part's not necessary. Totally redundant. Because I believe that those who have passed on, live on in our hearts and minds. They are only a thought away.
Distance apart: a thought.
posted by Sodium-squared at 2/03/2004 03:10:00 AM
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