Innumerable

Beautiful!

Really like this ... so true

Oh how this speaks to me! Absolutely beautiful!  ~Willow~

I'm not certain I catch what you're saying regarding the Dostoevsky reference. It's one of my favorite books; however, I'm not making the connection here.

I read that about him too! I mean, why describe a mere country side from a train ride when you can describe various weeds and foliage, their origin, and how their seeds migrated from a foreign country enroute to another country, but the train wrecked from a broken track because of how the iron was made and the flaw in the melding equipment from a worker who worked two jobs because his wife's name was Lucille and she left him with four children, one of which had polio, so he fell asleep during the measuring of elements which weakened the iron, so when the train derailed the car carrying the seeds was of weathered wood left over from Noah's ark (because Noah's son disobeyed his commands and chopped down too much) and should've been replaced long ago, but the inspector thought it would last a few more runs despite the elongated crack caused by two fighting hobos that were caught and thrown off at a remote weigh station, so when the car broke into from the derailment the windstorm scattered the seeds throughout the tundra and it's a miracle that over half actually lived and bloomed,thus attracting various species of butterfly who were lost to migratory patterns during ensuing cold of a Russian winter.

Anyway, I love your synopsis. I felt the underlying thesis begged the question of innocence surviving in a cruel world. I actually meant to grab my book this morning because there's a part I have marked. It's the turning point that I believe happens in all our lives, and the destination is changed forever by the choice we make, and ironically halfway through the book. It's brilliant. I'll grab it tonight and quote it.

Finally. Don't you love when you plan your life but then life plans your life differently (without apology, I might add). Here's the excerpt I was referring to:  
 
"Myshkin was very glad to be left alone at last. He walked off the veranda, crossed the road and went into the park. He longed to think over and decide upon one step. Yet that 'step' was not one of those that can be thought over, but one of those that are simply decided upon without deliberation. A terrible longing came upon him to leave everything here and go back to the place from which he had come, to go away into the distance to some remote region, to go away at once without even saying goodbye to any one. He had a foreboding that if he remained here even a few days longer he would be drawn into this world irrevocably and that his life would be bound up with it forever. But he did not consider it for 10 minutes; he decided at once that it would be 'impossible' to run away, that it would be almost cowardice, that he was faced with such difficulties that it was his duty now to solve them, or at least to do his utmost to solve them. Absorbed in such thoughts, he returned home after a walk of less than a quarter of an hour. He was utterly unhappy at that moment."  
 
This struck me on a deep, personal level, and accentuated the importance of trusting your initial instinct before reasoning it away. My college essay revolved around this simple paragraph, and how things may have been different for him had he acted accordingly.  
 
Now read the final paragraph of the book:
 
"We've had enough of following our whims; it's time to be reasonable..." ~ Lizaveta Prokofyevna  
 
Anyway, it's refreshing to rehash something after so many years. Not many people I've met read Dostoevsky.

These words come together to form a beautiful statement, something we could all aspire too ... thank you :)

I'm afraid I'm still barred..:)

although, perhaps, I can glimpse
what I'm missing.

thank you for a beautiful poem...

Unfettered truth!!!

Wooooooooo
an eXtraspecial eXtraordinary (w)rite............blessed thee be!

I was once this person,
But some of my illumes
got snuff out coldly no
remorse..

Trying to find this place again,.

Thank you forr resurfacing
a few of these importances
inside me.

Woo, Ahavati.you beautiful
lady.

-Howlings

Ahh, how true that so many build a wall around their heart and then lie awake at night in loneliness wondering why no one scales the wall to save them... well said!
JJ

let us count the ways.
your poem is a sweet bird of serenity...

how so very true, spoken by one whose words reflect a true heart...

Love is what love is what love is what love is what love is...

and is, is just is.
Thank you, brother.

If only there was such a world..unconditional trust.
Beautiful write.

I believe there is between two people strong enough to tell the truth no matter what.

Brilliant and Truly Deep Sentiment & Wisdom...thanks for sharing!

An excellent paradigm shift for love

Such resolve is liberating, which
I find to be Love's true definition.

Thank you for the honor of your
presence.

So beautiful, simple, profound and true.