sense of proportion
in good and bad experience
loses its appeal
Adapted from the passage in the book, The Road North by Jim Harrison (Atlantic Monthly Press New York, 1998) where Mr. Harrison writes:
With age I need not make judgments about their comparative merits, having lost the impulse to be right.
One is one, and the other is another.
With age one loses all sense of the supposed inevitability of art and life.
Vivid moments are no longer strung together by imagined fate.
The sense of proportion in good and bad experience loses its appeal.
Bad is bad and you let it go.
Good you cherish as it whizzes by.
Mental struggles become lucid and muted with particular visual images attached to them, somewhat irrationally or beyond ordinary logic.
Money shrinks to money.
Fear is always recognizable rather than generalized.
It is sharp and its aim is very good indeed.
If there is wisdom as such, it is boiled down by fatigue.
The sense of proportion in good and bad experience loses its appeal.
When you have a man who sits in the office of president of the United States who post images of himself portrayed as Jesus Christ, all things, good and bad, lose their proportion on a level of good of bad.
Landing in the land of the unbelievable, I need not make judgments about their comparative merits, having lost the impulse to be right.
The sense of proportion in good and bad experience loses its appeal.
When there are no comparative merits, their is little effort needed to be right.
As I wrote the other day that I struggle mentally to become lucid and I feel muted with particular visual images attached to them, somewhat irrationally or beyond ordinary logic and ask how a man could become not immoral, not amoral but, somehow infinitely worse, morally extinguished and president.
The sense of proportion in good and bad experience loses its appeal.
Beyond belief.
I what for the outcry but where your treasure is, their your heart will be also.
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