Feeling the sense of loss

This week we read a Jonathan Safran Foer’s novel “Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close” (2006).

“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me?  I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.  (pg. 17 from Thomas’s letter to his unborn child, 1963).

The theories we read make us think relatively to making us feel.  This book and the 9/11 “Project Rebirth” footage make us feel, relatively speaking.

‘nough said.


April 28, 2010. Columbia University Doctorate.

One Comment

  1. Ruth Palmer replied:

    Yup, sometimes less is more. Nicely observed.

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