Of Walls and Bridges...

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there,
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."

from Mending Walls by Robert Frost

Words in the mind rattle as if they hang onto a chain of their own. Their beginning and end is lost to me. I am just a listener, left bewildered every time. For it can dig up deepest of layers and make craziest of connections.

Hence I wasn't surprised at all when I read through all those crazy antics of the human mind in "BLINK". At last somebody is making an effort to at explaining that which I ve been grappling with for so long.

And these days I ve been catching hold of every possible person I could and letting then know about it. If you haven't already heard this bit from me yet, rest assured - that's the next think we ll talk about.