Gone with the wind
You know how some periods of time remain engraved in the collective consciousness. Like La Renaissance or the first democracy in Athens.
We look back at those times and see the beauty of the transformation. The beauty of becoming something else.
What will the future generations think of us ?
The time you are living in always appear to be somehow special. Think about it…crossing the Atlantic in a wooden ship, first steam engine, Caesar crossing the Rubicon …
Alea iacta est (“The die is cast”)
Or is it?
In a way , we do feel like the Universe has already gambled our destinies. Like dandelion seeds on a windy day…
Gone with the wind…
Such stimulating and inspiring thoughts Cristian… we as the generational flowering(s), the seeds of whats to come. :-) *heart*
One doth inspire! …
“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
― W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire
Fate or destiny or something in between. Maybe only in hindsight will we know what was so special about this time.