The old masters were right. Sun up, sun down. Another day and evening pass. Somewhere along the way, there is happiness. Then there is trouble. There are hard hearts and tender hearts, certainty and doubt. It means so much to us. And then it doesn't.
How did they know?
One of my favorite professors loved baseball. He saw all of that there, the whole story of life. He had a heck of an imagination, I guess.
Or maybe I'm just missing something.
I never understood the whole 'baseball is life' or 'baseball is art' philosophy. Maybe I don't have the imagination for it.
ReplyDeleteBut the certainty and doubt thing...that's for sure!
Which way are you leaning this weekend? Certainty or doubt?
ReplyDeletea little bit of both I think!
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