Once again I find myself stranded at the edge of the room, helplessly watching as the others in their little huddles chat inanely about the latest Soap Opera machinations or how their journey home from work was disrupted by traffic backed up by roadworks on the B28.
It flows so easily out of them .., this meaningless, pointless, trivia, a thousand unimaginative and unoriginal points of view.
Do they not realise how brief a time we each have, that the moments cannot be wasted with such lolly gaggle and piffle. Where are their great Concerto's, their eureka moments uncovering the fundamental principles that guide the Universe or their insights into how to tackle World poverty?
But am I any better, or just repeating some greater man's truths.
Once I was young and what plans and dreams I had. My models of form and function, the counter balance of spires and supporting pillars were to be things of beauty for all to marvel at, but they're nothing but an unrealised dream as I stand here marooned at the edge of the room.
Do they not realise how brief a time we each have, that the moments cannot be wasted with such lolly gaggle and piffle. Where are their great Concerto's, their eureka moments uncovering the fundamental principles that guide the Universe or their insights into how to tackle World poverty?
But am I any better, or just repeating some greater man's truths.
Once I was young and what plans and dreams I had. My models of form and function, the counter balance of spires and supporting pillars were to be things of beauty for all to marvel at, but they're nothing but an unrealised dream as I stand here marooned at the edge of the room.
