“I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.”
― Georgia O'Keeffe
Yes. Saw your pic in the pic thread, recall comments of carrying fat babies. I get a feeling of motherliness, fixing hems, curing boo boos with a kiss, and encyclopedic knowledge of household solutions.
Well, now that you put it that way, it sounds downright frumpy! :steam:
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?