To see a world in a grain of sand,
And heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
from William Blake's 'Auguries of Innocence'
My father has this funny habit of occasionally reading the palms of his dear children. Though he does not believe in the Chinese tradition of reading palms taking the meaning of a direct correlation to our future, he likes to entertain and be self-entertained by making jokes out of the lines clearly maked in our palms. He closely observes the lines and make bold, imaginative statements of the so-called future lying ahead of us. It was when I came across this poem at high school that I felt strongly about the line 'hold infinity in the palm of your hand'. My palms won't be telling me verbatim what will happen in a decade or the rest of my life, but it holds much promise which will be unfolded in time. In reality, no one will disagree that it is impossible to realise these lines and they only remain in our vivid imagination. Whenever I take a deep breath and close my eyes, the images are gradually woven bit by bit under my eyelids.
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they hold promises, my's.
人是否能掌握自己的將來？
well, we don't and we can't possibly control our future, knowing that God is the one who holds our matters in His hands ... so sometimes I feel the irony particularly when we naturally feel bad as something happens unexpectedly as we don't desire them to turn out as such
LOL hansun always leaves msg here
hahahhahahha
hi hansun, im nat's sis...
btw
O william blake... ALWAYS talk aoubt grain of sand
like in sand piper
hahaha a man of sand
*echoing your man of honey*
tho not reeli that relevant in any sence
blehh
i realise he actaully leaves comments on every post...
such lovers.....
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