From: shahira_osman@yahoo.com
Date: Wed, 21 Aug 2002 00:40:42 -0700 (PDT)
sahar.. i do feel ur words very much and it happens quite often..
but i guess that such answer of us being caged up in a very small space many times even without any window and nothing but artificial tools around us .. it gives me two things to meditate on:
first is the bees and that they usually work in cells like us very small..but they have the freedom to go out and fly visit the flowers..
second unfortunatly not as nice as the first one ar the prisoners that r forced to live in tinny cells..
and still my question of y r we caging ourselves by ourselves remains without answer..
PS:I hate closed areas.. so immagine me working in a cubicle!!
shahira
sahar wrote:Below is a small passage I had written. I hope it "expresses" a view in as few words as possible....
It was a usual workday, or so it always seems. I had gone off to the office, neither on time nor late, placed my bag and sunglasses on the side table, and turned the shades to let the sunlight in. Habitually, and most probably unconscientiously, I must have switched on my computer and gone through my e-mail to find nothing extraordinarily interesting. Sipping through my hot cup of mint, and flipping the papers of work to be reviewed and documents to be delivered, I suddenly got a strange feeling. I know this feeling. The sense that someone is staring at me so attentively?.
There was no-one in my office but myself, and I felt the gaze coming from the window behind me. Although this never happened before, I could be right, because there is an apartment building right across from our office building three or four meters away. I turned and there he was! >From on top of the windowsill, he looked straight at me, inquisitively and with wonder. The question was very clear, ?why do you have yourself caged in that small space for hour upon hour??, although it came from a dark gray pigeon which I identified as ?he??..
I looked straight back at him, but failed to find an answer within myself. I lowered my head and though his wonder still wouldn?t go away, he took off and left me to ask it of myself incessantly??
Salam,
Sahar
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sahar.. i do feel ur words very much and it happens quite often..
but i guess that such answer of us being caged up in a very small space many times even without any window and nothing but artificial tools around us .. it gives me two things to meditate on:
first is the bees and that they usually work in cells like us very small..but they have the freedom to go out and fly visit the flowers..
second unfortunatly not as nice as the first one ar the prisoners that r forced to live in tinny cells..
and still my question of y r we caging ourselves by ourselves remains without answer..
PS:I hate closed areas.. so immagine me working in a cubicle!!
shahira
sahar
Below is a small passage I had written. I hope it "expresses" a view in as few words as possible....
It was a usual workday, or so it always seems. I had gone off to the office, neither on time nor late, placed my bag and sunglasses on the side table, and turned the shades to let the sunlight in. Habitually, and most probably unconscientiously, I must have switched on my computer and gone through my e-mail to find nothing extraordinarily interesting. Sipping through my hot cup of mint, and flipping the papers of work to be reviewed and documents to be delivered, I suddenly got a strange feeling. I know this feeling. The sense that someone is staring at me so attentively?.
There was no-one in my office but myself, and I felt the gaze coming from the window behind me. Although this never happened before, I could be right, because there is an apartment building right across from our office building three or four meters away. I turned and there he was! >From on top of the windowsill, he looked straight at me, inquisitively and with wonder. The question was very clear, ?why do you have yourself caged in that small space for hour upon hour??, although it came from a dark gray pigeon which I identified as ?he??..
I looked straight back at him, but failed to find an answer within myself. I lowered my head and though his wonder still wouldn?t go away, he took off and left me to ask it of myself incessantly??
Salam,
Sahar
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