She said, “you’re crazy; a raving lunatic who takes everything to heart and thinks too much.” To which he replied, “If you feel ashamed of yourself, I want you to plant seeds of good grace in the pit of your stomach and water it with passion. Let it grow; let it be seen till there are vines coming out of your ears, eyes and mouth. Wait till your blood thickens and your bones turn into concrete, because if you lack the very thing that makes you human, you might as well be stone. “
There is a lot being said here, an allegoric poem of the highest order. There's a difference between stoicism, and flat out cold heartedness. I read somewhere that in today's society the most successful people on the planet (if you use power and money, as you measuring sticks) are almost always sociopaths, or, high level narcissists. (Keep in mind, all sociopaths are narcissists, but not all narcissists are sociopaths)... I love this poem, I love what it means to me. A sociopath/borderline can pretend they care, and some of them are very good at this, but you will always sense somethings' not right about them, because beneath their fleshy facades, they are stone. But an intuitive, who isn't afraid to display truth and real emotion might be annoying, but d****t if you don't always know where they stand. And know, who they are.
I agree with many of the comments here. Strange and enigmatic they are, thoughts that have no bearing in the physical; rational world. However you leave space for the spiritual, the perfect and beautifully creative strokes of genious. I only wish there was more of this.
Wow... This one caught me... You always convey emotions and feelings with amazing grace and imagery... but this one is a kick in the head! Beautiful! I LOVE this!