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| STARS: Via Hubbell Telescope and NASA |
I am losing my interest in
human beings; in the significance of their lives and their actions. Some one
has said it is better to study one man than ten books. I want neither books nor
men; they make me suffer. Can one of them talk to me like the night – the
Summer night? Like the stars or the caressing wind?
The night came slowly,
softly, as I lay out there under the maple tree. It came creeping, creeping
stealthily out of the valley, thinking I did not notice. And the outlines of
trees and foliage nearby blended in one black mass and the night came stealing
out from them, too, and from the east and west, until the only light was in the
sky, filtering through the maple leaves and a star looking down through every
cranny.
The night is solemn and it
means mystery.
Human shapes flitted by like
intangible things. Some stole up like little mice to peep at me. I did not
mind. My whole being was abandoned to the soothing and penetrating charm of the
night.
The katydids began their
slumber song: they are at it yet. How wise they are. They do not chatter like
people. They tell me only: “sleep, sleep, sleep.” The wind rippled the maple
leaves like little warm love thrills.
Why do fools cumber the
Earth! It was a man’s voice that broke the necromancer’s spell. A man came today
with his “Bible Class.” He is detestable with his red cheeks and bold eyes and
coarse manner and speech. What does he know of Christ? Shall I ask a young fool
who was born yesterday and will die tomorrow to tell me things of Christ? I
would rather ask the stars: they have seen him.
About Kate Chopin Click here.
If Kate Chopin were alive
today what would she think of writers like Benjamin Corey? Click here for Corey’s take on America’s fools cumbering the Earth.
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