“…The last of life for which the first was made.”
Robert Browning’s poem Rabbi ben Ezra, published 1864, is him telling us we are part of a greater whole, aging is a natural step and that fear leads to a wasted life. This poem consists of 192 lines and divided into 32 stanzas, each stanza consists of six lines. Browning is talking about Abraham Ibn Ezra. He was a philosopher, theologian, scientist, and also a linguist and a Spanish Rabbi.
If you haven’t figured it out yet it is late in the evening and I had yet to write today’s rant. I had a lousy day with 2 doctor appointments so I just grabbed a book off the shelf, opened the page and decided to write about the first thing I read. This is the result. Perhaps it will inspire you to read poetry or perhaps to never again read my ramblings. Whatever!
I’ll end with a favorite quote from another great literary work, Monty Python’s The Meaning Of Life: “I blow my nose at you…Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries!”