tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166737936925553815.post5657947220795902423..comments2023-05-03T02:51:52.724-07:00Comments on holiday: holly darling smithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06875076903478692400noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166737936925553815.post-25284575853459891722008-11-08T15:00:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:00:00.000-08:00That bit by Chesterton on suicide is excellent, "....That bit by Chesterton on suicide is excellent, <BR/><BR/>"...[He] insults everything on earth. He defiles every flower by refusing to live for its sake. There is not a tiny creature in the cosmos at whom his death is not a sneer."<BR/><BR/>Chesterton said, in a different article, something similar:<BR/><BR/>"One of the deepest and strangest of all human moods is the mood which will suddenly strike us perhaps in a garden at night, or deep in sloping meadows, the feeling that every flower and leaf has just uttered something stupendously direct and important, and that we have by a prodigy of imbecility not heard or understood it. There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance."Thaddeushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00445520401265229400noreply@blogger.com