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By: DaveinHackensack

DaveinHackensack — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 22:41:04 +0000

I'll leave you with a more positive Stephen Crane poem, which I think you might like:

There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.

By: Mark Essel

Mark Essel — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:52:40 +0000

You have me pegged, I had utterly missed the impossible distance as just a minor inconvenience. The garden draws out my best so that is what I focus on. I'm fully capable of believing the worst of people and situations, but I find that myself and the world benefits more from seeing the best in others. It's so easy to forget all that we accomplish, and all the good we do because cognitively we hardwired to remember the negative more clearly.

By: DaveinHackensack

DaveinHackensack — Thu, 31 Dec 2009 19:13:30 +0000

It's funny how you focus on the beautiful gardens instead of the impossible distances. You're a true optimist, which is a good thing. Beats the alternative.

I don't think Crane was much of an optimist, but his poetry is enriched by his world-weariness. Here's a great poem of his to keep in mind next time you get drawn into an argument on the Internet:

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
"It is futile," I said,
"You can never -"

"You lie," he cried,
And ran on.