We returned to our places, these Kingdoms,I've gone too far to turn back. My world was a complex system of social, religious, and family rules. I started tinkering with it, asking questions, thinking that the final result would be a refined and polished version of the original. But I pulled out one loose brick, and then another, and a wall came down, and there was dry rot everywhere and before I knew it the whole building had fallen about my ears. I'm standing in the ruins, a big sky overhead, the world around me large enough for a human soul. But a little part of me is grieving the loss of something that wasn't all bad. People with good intentions built it. They wanted safety, comfort, tidiness, like in a Thomas Kinkade painting. I wanted all that, too, for a while.
But no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation,
With an alien people clutching their gods.
~ T. S. Eliot, "Journey of the Magi"
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Regretting the Summer Palaces
Posted by Lee Ann at 2:01 PM