The fading flowers of Eden, the rising sun
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I pose a question, whether realization of life as Eden/utopia gives away the sense of purpose to strive and to change. Life being the heaven/garden of Eden/Utopia and illusionary sorrow the world casts on itself, would realization of such illusion dissipate the need to strive to keep such Utopia? Being in Utopia, one would have no need to change that which is around him.
It takes only a small wrinkle to destroy Utopia.
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'
But one cried of a sudden
---`It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light
and one of the stars has been lost.'
The golden string of their harp snapped,
their song stopped, and they cried in dismay
---`Yes, that lost star was the best,
she was the glory of all heavens!'
From that day the search is unceasing for her,
and the cry goes on from one to the other
that in her the world has lost its one joy!
Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile
and whisper among themselves
---`Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!
-Rabindranath Tagore
When the creation was new and all the stars shone in their first
splendor, the gods held their assembly in the sky and sang
`Oh, the picture of perfection! the joy unalloyed!'
But one cried of a sudden
---`It seems that somewhere there is a break in the chain of light
and one of the stars has been lost.'
The golden string of their harp snapped,
their song stopped, and they cried in dismay
---`Yes, that lost star was the best,
she was the glory of all heavens!'
From that day the search is unceasing for her,
and the cry goes on from one to the other
that in her the world has lost its one joy!
Only in the deepest silence of night the stars smile
and whisper among themselves
---`Vain is this seeking! unbroken perfection is over all!
-Rabindranath Tagore
Meaning we judge our happiness(ie perfection) by what we don't have.
There is always something we don't have.
I have a dream, it keeps me alive. If I reached my dream, would I make a new one? A new image casted in me of Utopia? A neverending struggle it seems.
Its not a struggle until you give up on it.