If I was stupid, I would be able to close my eyes.
There is no joy in knowledge, it is an unwanted burden, impossible to avoid, and a never-ending fight. If I am to see clearly through the clouds and the dust, yet unable to clear the haze sufficiently for humanity to walk in the light, then what am I to do? The fighter still remains...
This song above, The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel says:
In the clearing stands a boxer (The person of knowledge.)
And a fighter by his trade. (Having no choice but to understand.)
And he carries the reminders (He or she cannot forget.)
Of every glove that layed him down. (Of everytime he was unable to explain.)
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains (The figher remain, there is no where to go.)
The Boxer Lyrics
by Simon and Garfunkel
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
When I left my home and my family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station running scared
Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Lie la lie ...
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers,
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Lie la lie ...
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me
Bleeding me, going home
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that layed him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
But the fighter still remains
Lie la lie ...
Fri, 6 Jan 2012 22:25:39