
Now that is a disturbing picture!
The poem itself is almost Confucian -- and I've a feeling I'm going to drive myself closer to madness contemplating whether anything really happens if it's not recorded. Of course, on an intellectual level, we know it does -- but we're still not aware of it and can't even begin to have something to say on the matter. On the other hand, with pretty much all the land masses charted now, the only undiscovered territory (that we can reach without several billion dollars) is of the mind.
Engaging on a slightly different level, I know that I would feel less than alive without poetry. Much more than the hobby it's so often dismissed as, I consider it an obligation -- and more than likely that's just my ego talking, thinking that what I do is more important than it really is So... I think I've rambled on quite enough. See what you've started with five words?