I am like a glass cup. To a thirsty wonderer I am of no use, no matter how pretty because I do not satisfy when empty. However, when I am filled with water I begin to live out my purpose and thus am able to represent what I was meant to represent. It is very easy to fill oneself with anything but pure water these days. An article from The Economist says that about 1 billion people are in need of a decent water supply. Water is one of the most valuable things on earth and it is dwindling. We can fill our glasses with any liquid, but the most life giving would be water. This picture of my glass cup reminds me of a life, while the water represents a decision. Whatever is in it is our past. Whatever we are pouring in is our present. Whatever we are going to pour in is our future. To help further answer the question "When does life start?" that I mentioned in my first blog post Purpose, Perfection, and a Footman I want to discuss it in my next three posts. I believe it is important to think about learning from the past, enjoying the present, and preparing for the future. Yes, I do NOT know it all about these three phases of life, but I can at least share what I have learned and what I plan to learn. Life is a tricky one and we all our very confused by it. In the t.v. show PBS Masterpiece series Downton Abbey, the character called Grannie or cousin Violet says, "Life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous." I love that line because it really ties into the idea of Alice in a mad Wonderland. So we pretty much are filling our cups with ridiculousness, but is it life giving? One thing I have noticed about Alice is that when she is trying to discover who she is or trying to figure out where exactly she is, a sort of deliriousness takes over her, but only when she stops to discover the needs and problems of other characters does she find some answers in the ridiculousness in Wonderland. A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them…
"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, a little timidly, "why you are painting those roses?" Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began, in a low voice, "Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in mistake; and, if the Queen was to find out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know." Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, pg. 91
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Joan Betts
4/16/2014 05:01:57 pm
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