Discussion Is your grief your castle as well?

[Epsilon0]

I often wonder who I would be without my grief. My depression and anguish at my poor health define me and engulf me completely.

My grief is my castle, as the great Dane once wrote in Diapsalmata.

My grief is my castle, which like an eagle's nest is built high up on the mountain peaks among the clouds; nothing can storm it. From it I fly down into reality to seize my prey; but i do not remain down there, I bring it home with me, and this prey is a picture I weave into the tapestries of my palace. There I live as one dead. I immerse everything I have experienced in a baptism of forgetfulness unto an eternal remembrance. Everything finite and accidental is forgotten and erased. Then I sit like an old man, grey-haired and thoughtful, and explain the pictures in a voice as soft as a whisper; and at my side a child sits and listens, although he remembers everything before I tell it.

 

[Jean4]

Interesting thought. I have always felt this way. It is who I am.

It would be similar to asking a blind person what it is like to see... or a paralyzed person what it is like to walk.

If you never experienced it, you can't fathom what it is like.

 

[Sensei]

No. My grief is an army of darkness which tears down my once proud castle stone by stone. The keep has not yet been overrun, though.

 

[TAW122]

I don't consider grief to be my castle, but more like torment and anguish. Grief is a byproduct or the consequence of my experiences in life, most oftenly negative ones.

 

[notjustyetagain]

i wish i had a castle of any sort. i'm the psychological equivalent of zero divided by zero.