You just made me think of this Neruda stanza too:
“If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with
death.”
Thank you, never read it.
I also heard this priest say:
“We humans run. Where, why, I have no clue? We ceased to live life.”
Makes more sense now.
Thank you for sharing that, too. Pairs very nicely and naturally with the Neruda. That poem is called “Keeping Quiet” by the way if you’re searching for it.
