Perspectives
I don’t know if my thoughts are being influenced by this strange, cloudy, rainy weather we’ve been having lately, or if I’m still tiptoeing through the pages of the novel The Plague—which I’ve just finished. Sitting here I find myself thinking of perspectives and how they color and direct ones life—and one’s beliefs.
The Plague by Albert Camus is about suffering, death, and extreme isolation. It’s pretty deep for summer reading. So, when I began the book—to keep myself out of the critical reading mode—I set all metaphors aside. I’ll just read it. I told myself. Well I couldn’t stop myself from underlining and scratching out a few notes. But other than that, I let my mind wander…
Interestingly, this professor does not feel the same way I do about clear blue skies – In his essay he talks about how a sky without clouds makes him feel claustrophobic. He grew up and probably had some of his greatest experiences in nature under an overcast sky. If I remember right, and I wish I had the essay right here---To him a gray sky is peaceful, comforting, inspiring, and beautiful. When he is cradled by gray clouds, he feels how I do under an azure umbrella.
Now as a disclaimer, I am not quoting his essay, but remembering my impressions and feelings when I read his essay. His thoughts on
