Comments on: Frost http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/ Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:51:53 +0000 http://lyceum.ibiblio.org/?v=0.34 by: Eddie Poff http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-28299 Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:09:02 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-28299 Both of these poems are beautiful and simple, which to me is exactly the way poetry should be. I can't read either of these poems and pick out a tremendously deep meaning about the nature of man like I can with others, and to some extent I appreciate that about Frost's work. Clearly "stopping by woods" is the simpler of the two. It is just a reflection of a single moment in time in which Frost experiences something beautiful and poetic existing in nature. This poem seems to exist only for one moment in time, maybe only like 15 seconds, but that seems to me like enough time for the narrator to experience a sublime connection with nature that transcends words (except the amazing lyrical words of a poet). The road not taken confuses me. The title seems to suggest that the poem is really about the road that the narrator does not follow, but the poem itself seems to glorify the road that the narrator does choose to follow. The biggest issue is that he seems to contradict himself about the choice. It seems as though he is willing to admit that there really is no difference between the two roads, because although the one not taken is worn, the one taken is worn by the narrator's footsteps, which he suggests makes them the same. This makes me wonder if Frost is alluding to the fact that at his, and my point in history, there really is no uncharted territory. Even though one road appears less worn, people have already been on it before him or it wouldn't exist in the first place. I don't want to read too much into this poem because my logic about it seems somewhat circular. Yet it seems like the last stanza explains that the decision to choose the less traveled road was actually more important (made all the difference) than the actual road. Maybe he is just coming to grips with decisions that he has made in the past, needing to justify them for his own well-being. Both of these poems are beautiful and simple, which to me is exactly the way poetry should be. I can’t read either of these poems and pick out a tremendously deep meaning about the nature of man like I can with others, and to some extent I appreciate that about Frost’s work. Clearly “stopping by woods” is the simpler of the two. It is just a reflection of a single moment in time in which Frost experiences something beautiful and poetic existing in nature. This poem seems to exist only for one moment in time, maybe only like 15 seconds, but that seems to me like enough time for the narrator to experience a sublime connection with nature that transcends words (except the amazing lyrical words of a poet).
The road not taken confuses me. The title seems to suggest that the poem is really about the road that the narrator does not follow, but the poem itself seems to glorify the road that the narrator does choose to follow. The biggest issue is that he seems to contradict himself about the choice. It seems as though he is willing to admit that there really is no difference between the two roads, because although the one not taken is worn, the one taken is worn by the narrator’s footsteps, which he suggests makes them the same. This makes me wonder if Frost is alluding to the fact that at his, and my point in history, there really is no uncharted territory. Even though one road appears less worn, people have already been on it before him or it wouldn’t exist in the first place. I don’t want to read too much into this poem because my logic about it seems somewhat circular. Yet it seems like the last stanza explains that the decision to choose the less traveled road was actually more important (made all the difference) than the actual road. Maybe he is just coming to grips with decisions that he has made in the past, needing to justify them for his own well-being.

]]> by: Eddie Poff http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-28299 Mon, 03 Mar 2008 17:09:02 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-28299 Both of these poems are beautiful and simple, which to me is exactly the way poetry should be. I can't read either of these poems and pick out a tremendously deep meaning about the nature of man like I can with others, and to some extent I appreciate that about Frost's work. Clearly "stopping by woods" is the simpler of the two. It is just a reflection of a single moment in time in which Frost experiences something beautiful and poetic existing in nature. This poem seems to exist only for one moment in time, maybe only like 15 seconds, but that seems to me like enough time for the narrator to experience a sublime connection with nature that transcends words (except the amazing lyrical words of a poet). The road not taken confuses me. The title seems to suggest that the poem is really about the road that the narrator does not follow, but the poem itself seems to glorify the road that the narrator does choose to follow. The biggest issue is that he seems to contradict himself about the choice. It seems as though he is willing to admit that there really is no difference between the two roads, because although the one not taken is worn, the one taken is worn by the narrator's footsteps, which he suggests makes them the same. This makes me wonder if Frost is alluding to the fact that at his, and my point in history, there really is no uncharted territory. Even though one road appears less worn, people have already been on it before him or it wouldn't exist in the first place. I don't want to read too much into this poem because my logic about it seems somewhat circular. Yet it seems like the last stanza explains that the decision to choose the less traveled road was actually more important (made all the difference) than the actual road. Maybe he is just coming to grips with decisions that he has made in the past, needing to justify them for his own well-being. Both of these poems are beautiful and simple, which to me is exactly the way poetry should be. I can’t read either of these poems and pick out a tremendously deep meaning about the nature of man like I can with others, and to some extent I appreciate that about Frost’s work. Clearly “stopping by woods” is the simpler of the two. It is just a reflection of a single moment in time in which Frost experiences something beautiful and poetic existing in nature. This poem seems to exist only for one moment in time, maybe only like 15 seconds, but that seems to me like enough time for the narrator to experience a sublime connection with nature that transcends words (except the amazing lyrical words of a poet).
The road not taken confuses me. The title seems to suggest that the poem is really about the road that the narrator does not follow, but the poem itself seems to glorify the road that the narrator does choose to follow. The biggest issue is that he seems to contradict himself about the choice. It seems as though he is willing to admit that there really is no difference between the two roads, because although the one not taken is worn, the one taken is worn by the narrator’s footsteps, which he suggests makes them the same. This makes me wonder if Frost is alluding to the fact that at his, and my point in history, there really is no uncharted territory. Even though one road appears less worn, people have already been on it before him or it wouldn’t exist in the first place. I don’t want to read too much into this poem because my logic about it seems somewhat circular. Yet it seems like the last stanza explains that the decision to choose the less traveled road was actually more important (made all the difference) than the actual road. Maybe he is just coming to grips with decisions that he has made in the past, needing to justify them for his own well-being.

]]> by: Cimone Phillips http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27379 Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:25:35 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27379 I always forget that these have a deadline to be in, but it's better late than never...When reading Robert Frost, the feelings and mental connection was slightly different from that in which I felt while reading Walt Whitman or Emily Dickinson's works. What I interpreted upon my first reading of this poem, was that the poet was portraying someone who was out on December 22, the winter solstice or the darkest day if the year. (As stated in the second stanza) I then connected that with the time of year; noting that it was the close of one and almost the start of another. If we think of this as someone's life who is trying to finalize prior commitments before the year's end, then we could say the stop in the woods was a reflection upon the prior year but yet he realizes there are things to accomplish before the fresh clean start of a new year. Soon after I realized that I had misinterpreted the poem, and had taken a weird literal view. I enjoy the discussions that we have in our class, but sometimes I feel as my interpretations are slightly different and hard to relay to the class. As I started reading the Robert Frost poems, I realized how much I do appreciate the art of poetry. I will never forget the teacher who broadened my writing...I was in the seventh grade. I thought this man was out of his mind, but his class has made all the difference. I always forget that these have a deadline to be in, but it’s better late than never…When reading Robert Frost, the feelings and mental connection was slightly different from that in which I felt while reading Walt Whitman or Emily Dickinson’s works.

What I interpreted upon my first reading of this poem, was that the poet was portraying someone who was out on December 22, the winter solstice or the darkest day if the year. (As stated in the second stanza) I then connected that with the time of year; noting that it was the close of one and almost the start of another. If we think of this as someone’s life who is trying to finalize prior commitments before the year’s end, then we could say the stop in the woods was a reflection upon the prior year but yet he realizes there are things to accomplish before the fresh clean start of a new year. Soon after I realized that I had misinterpreted the poem, and had taken a weird literal view. I enjoy the discussions that we have in our class, but sometimes I feel as my interpretations are slightly different and hard to relay to the class.

As I started reading the Robert Frost poems, I realized how much I do appreciate the art of poetry. I will never forget the teacher who broadened my writing…I was in the seventh grade. I thought this man was out of his mind, but his class has made all the difference.

]]> by: Cimone Phillips http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27379 Mon, 25 Feb 2008 17:25:35 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27379 I always forget that these have a deadline to be in, but it's better late than never...When reading Robert Frost, the feelings and mental connection was slightly different from that in which I felt while reading Walt Whitman or Emily Dickinson's works. What I interpreted upon my first reading of this poem, was that the poet was portraying someone who was out on December 22, the winter solstice or the darkest day if the year. (As stated in the second stanza) I then connected that with the time of year; noting that it was the close of one and almost the start of another. If we think of this as someone's life who is trying to finalize prior commitments before the year's end, then we could say the stop in the woods was a reflection upon the prior year but yet he realizes there are things to accomplish before the fresh clean start of a new year. Soon after I realized that I had misinterpreted the poem, and had taken a weird literal view. I enjoy the discussions that we have in our class, but sometimes I feel as my interpretations are slightly different and hard to relay to the class. As I started reading the Robert Frost poems, I realized how much I do appreciate the art of poetry. I will never forget the teacher who broadened my writing...I was in the seventh grade. I thought this man was out of his mind, but his class has made all the difference. I always forget that these have a deadline to be in, but it’s better late than never…When reading Robert Frost, the feelings and mental connection was slightly different from that in which I felt while reading Walt Whitman or Emily Dickinson’s works.

What I interpreted upon my first reading of this poem, was that the poet was portraying someone who was out on December 22, the winter solstice or the darkest day if the year. (As stated in the second stanza) I then connected that with the time of year; noting that it was the close of one and almost the start of another. If we think of this as someone’s life who is trying to finalize prior commitments before the year’s end, then we could say the stop in the woods was a reflection upon the prior year but yet he realizes there are things to accomplish before the fresh clean start of a new year. Soon after I realized that I had misinterpreted the poem, and had taken a weird literal view. I enjoy the discussions that we have in our class, but sometimes I feel as my interpretations are slightly different and hard to relay to the class.

As I started reading the Robert Frost poems, I realized how much I do appreciate the art of poetry. I will never forget the teacher who broadened my writing…I was in the seventh grade. I thought this man was out of his mind, but his class has made all the difference.

]]> by: Brittany Kappauf http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27072 Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:35:01 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27072 One reason I loved this poem so deeply was because of my ability to be able to relate so deeply to it on a personal level. I too, can imagine countless times I’ve stood at the fork in the road, bending my neck as far as it will allow me just to try and imagine, catch a glimpse of what lies ahead down each path. Each are worn or desired the same amount and yet different ways. One is more conventional, the straight and narrow that so many choose. It is the “easy way” out of these woods of life. The other path however is one that is forged by innovation, determination, and heart. It will be a challenge yet again, just like the other, will lead out. Both paths look appealing yet different, yet again the same. This sense of contradiction displays almost the turmoil that many face when encountering a large decision such as this. The author of this poem however reminds me of my father. This is especially so among the irony and sarcasm at the end of the poem. My father is the type of man that likes to not stress over things but rather make logical decisions and then enjoy life. His biggest complaint towards me is that I worry too much. Given these two choices he would logically assess both but he would not fret or pace as I would. He sarcastically argues with Frost “ages, ages hence… and that has made all the difference”. His classic phrase “one day you’ll look back on this and say, ‘did I really worry about that?’”. One reason I loved this poem so deeply was because of my ability to be able to relate so deeply to it on a personal level. I too, can imagine countless times I’ve stood at the fork in the road, bending my neck as far as it will allow me just to try and imagine, catch a glimpse of what lies ahead down each path. Each are worn or desired the same amount and yet different ways. One is more conventional, the straight and narrow that so many choose. It is the “easy way” out of these woods of life. The other path however is one that is forged by innovation, determination, and heart. It will be a challenge yet again, just like the other, will lead out. Both paths look appealing yet different, yet again the same. This sense of contradiction displays almost the turmoil that many face when encountering a large decision such as this.
The author of this poem however reminds me of my father. This is especially so among the irony and sarcasm at the end of the poem. My father is the type of man that likes to not stress over things but rather make logical decisions and then enjoy life. His biggest complaint towards me is that I worry too much. Given these two choices he would logically assess both but he would not fret or pace as I would. He sarcastically argues with Frost “ages, ages hence… and that has made all the difference”. His classic phrase “one day you’ll look back on this and say, ‘did I really worry about that?’”.

]]> by: Brittany Kappauf http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27072 Sat, 23 Feb 2008 00:35:01 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27072 One reason I loved this poem so deeply was because of my ability to be able to relate so deeply to it on a personal level. I too, can imagine countless times I’ve stood at the fork in the road, bending my neck as far as it will allow me just to try and imagine, catch a glimpse of what lies ahead down each path. Each are worn or desired the same amount and yet different ways. One is more conventional, the straight and narrow that so many choose. It is the “easy way” out of these woods of life. The other path however is one that is forged by innovation, determination, and heart. It will be a challenge yet again, just like the other, will lead out. Both paths look appealing yet different, yet again the same. This sense of contradiction displays almost the turmoil that many face when encountering a large decision such as this. The author of this poem however reminds me of my father. This is especially so among the irony and sarcasm at the end of the poem. My father is the type of man that likes to not stress over things but rather make logical decisions and then enjoy life. His biggest complaint towards me is that I worry too much. Given these two choices he would logically assess both but he would not fret or pace as I would. He sarcastically argues with Frost “ages, ages hence… and that has made all the difference”. His classic phrase “one day you’ll look back on this and say, ‘did I really worry about that?’”. One reason I loved this poem so deeply was because of my ability to be able to relate so deeply to it on a personal level. I too, can imagine countless times I’ve stood at the fork in the road, bending my neck as far as it will allow me just to try and imagine, catch a glimpse of what lies ahead down each path. Each are worn or desired the same amount and yet different ways. One is more conventional, the straight and narrow that so many choose. It is the “easy way” out of these woods of life. The other path however is one that is forged by innovation, determination, and heart. It will be a challenge yet again, just like the other, will lead out. Both paths look appealing yet different, yet again the same. This sense of contradiction displays almost the turmoil that many face when encountering a large decision such as this.
The author of this poem however reminds me of my father. This is especially so among the irony and sarcasm at the end of the poem. My father is the type of man that likes to not stress over things but rather make logical decisions and then enjoy life. His biggest complaint towards me is that I worry too much. Given these two choices he would logically assess both but he would not fret or pace as I would. He sarcastically argues with Frost “ages, ages hence… and that has made all the difference”. His classic phrase “one day you’ll look back on this and say, ‘did I really worry about that?’”.

]]> by: Kyle Hey http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27055 Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:44:17 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27055 I really enjoyed the poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. The poem speaks simply at several levels. I feel that one of the most attractive qualities about this poem is that the simplicity of it. While its not simple in rhyme scheme, with one interpretation of it can be that this poem is meant to capture a single moment and that it is literal with the exception of the personification of the horse. I feel that perhaps Frost personifies the horse to give the sense that the man in the poem is not alone. Frost gives the horse the ability to think and question. With the horse their and personified, the reader of the poem does not focus on the fact that the man is alone but rather focuses on the beauty and the description of the moment. I feel that my thoughts that this poem is literal and that Frost personifies the horse with a purpose are not absolute and are only my thoughts on the poem. I feel that this poem has many possible interpretations to many different people. I really enjoyed the poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. The poem speaks simply at several levels. I feel that one of the most attractive qualities about this poem is that the simplicity of it. While its not simple in rhyme scheme, with one interpretation of it can be that this poem is meant to capture a single moment and that it is literal with the exception of the personification of the horse. I feel that perhaps Frost personifies the horse to give the sense that the man in the poem is not alone. Frost gives the horse the ability to think and question. With the horse their and personified, the reader of the poem does not focus on the fact that the man is alone but rather focuses on the beauty and the description of the moment. I feel that my thoughts that this poem is literal and that Frost personifies the horse with a purpose are not absolute and are only my thoughts on the poem. I feel that this poem has many possible interpretations to many different people.

]]> by: Kyle Hey http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27055 Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:44:17 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27055 I really enjoyed the poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. The poem speaks simply at several levels. I feel that one of the most attractive qualities about this poem is that the simplicity of it. While its not simple in rhyme scheme, with one interpretation of it can be that this poem is meant to capture a single moment and that it is literal with the exception of the personification of the horse. I feel that perhaps Frost personifies the horse to give the sense that the man in the poem is not alone. Frost gives the horse the ability to think and question. With the horse their and personified, the reader of the poem does not focus on the fact that the man is alone but rather focuses on the beauty and the description of the moment. I feel that my thoughts that this poem is literal and that Frost personifies the horse with a purpose are not absolute and are only my thoughts on the poem. I feel that this poem has many possible interpretations to many different people. I really enjoyed the poem “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost. The poem speaks simply at several levels. I feel that one of the most attractive qualities about this poem is that the simplicity of it. While its not simple in rhyme scheme, with one interpretation of it can be that this poem is meant to capture a single moment and that it is literal with the exception of the personification of the horse. I feel that perhaps Frost personifies the horse to give the sense that the man in the poem is not alone. Frost gives the horse the ability to think and question. With the horse their and personified, the reader of the poem does not focus on the fact that the man is alone but rather focuses on the beauty and the description of the moment. I feel that my thoughts that this poem is literal and that Frost personifies the horse with a purpose are not absolute and are only my thoughts on the poem. I feel that this poem has many possible interpretations to many different people.

]]> by: David Ben Avraham http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27052 Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:38:59 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27052 To start off, I have to confess that I have a most difficult time with the English language when it comes to the mechanics of it. So I am a little slow on the up take when it comes to such things. Now to the poem. It was...well...strange listening to Robbert Frost read his own poem. I think in fact that I prefer, my Kay's reading of the poems to that of the author. I love to think of the choices of rimes in Robbert Frost’s poem, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening,” the way in which location of the rime in one stanza, “here” will then rime with a word in the next stanza “queer” forcing you to connect the stanza, forward and then it draws you back to the last stanza. More so than any poem that we have read so far, this poem feels comfortable to both my eyes and ears. I guess it is the symmetry? Or I guess this would be the rhythm? It has a kind of flow to it, which I guess is due to the almost perfect iambic rhythm. On a gray day like today, after the whole week has been carried on our backs, it would be easy for me to look at “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” and draw from his words, “And miles to go before I sleep,” that it is the long awaited silence of death after a wretched cumbersome life. I am a bleak soul, and often have a difficult time enjoying the things which are joyful, and cheery. I there for find it easy to dismiss many of the poems which are merely fun. I mean the stuff which is life is deep, difficult, challenging. If we look at these poems they are dealing with life and death, they are dealing with the human condition, the essence of life. They are about the journey that each man and woman must take, they are about aging, and living with ones own decisions. I too have no choice but to look at my path, my rode as the one less travailed. I must find meaning in my life lest I loose myself in the current which is humanity. To start off, I have to confess that I have a most difficult time with the English language when it comes to the mechanics of it. So I am a little slow on the up take when it comes to such things. Now to the poem.
It was…well…strange listening to Robbert Frost read his own poem. I think in fact that I prefer, my Kay’s reading of the poems to that of the author. I love to think of the choices of rimes in Robbert Frost’s poem, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening,” the way in which location of the rime in one stanza, “here” will then rime with a word in the next stanza “queer” forcing you to connect the stanza, forward and then it draws you back to the last stanza. More so than any poem that we have read so far, this poem feels comfortable to both my eyes and ears. I guess it is the symmetry? Or I guess this would be the rhythm? It has a kind of flow to it, which I guess is due to the almost perfect iambic rhythm.
On a gray day like today, after the whole week has been carried on our backs, it would be easy for me to look at “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” and draw from his words, “And miles to go before I sleep,” that it is the long awaited silence of death after a wretched cumbersome life. I am a bleak soul, and often have a difficult time enjoying the things which are joyful, and cheery. I there for find it easy to dismiss many of the poems which are merely fun. I mean the stuff which is life is deep, difficult, challenging. If we look at these poems they are dealing with life and death, they are dealing with the human condition, the essence of life. They are about the journey that each man and woman must take, they are about aging, and living with ones own decisions. I too have no choice but to look at my path, my rode as the one less travailed. I must find meaning in my life lest I loose myself in the current which is humanity.

]]> by: David Ben Avraham http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27052 Fri, 22 Feb 2008 21:38:59 +0000 http://blogs.messiah.edu/poetry_class/2008/02/18/frost/#comment-27052 To start off, I have to confess that I have a most difficult time with the English language when it comes to the mechanics of it. So I am a little slow on the up take when it comes to such things. Now to the poem. It was...well...strange listening to Robbert Frost read his own poem. I think in fact that I prefer, my Kay's reading of the poems to that of the author. I love to think of the choices of rimes in Robbert Frost’s poem, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening,” the way in which location of the rime in one stanza, “here” will then rime with a word in the next stanza “queer” forcing you to connect the stanza, forward and then it draws you back to the last stanza. More so than any poem that we have read so far, this poem feels comfortable to both my eyes and ears. I guess it is the symmetry? Or I guess this would be the rhythm? It has a kind of flow to it, which I guess is due to the almost perfect iambic rhythm. On a gray day like today, after the whole week has been carried on our backs, it would be easy for me to look at “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” and draw from his words, “And miles to go before I sleep,” that it is the long awaited silence of death after a wretched cumbersome life. I am a bleak soul, and often have a difficult time enjoying the things which are joyful, and cheery. I there for find it easy to dismiss many of the poems which are merely fun. I mean the stuff which is life is deep, difficult, challenging. If we look at these poems they are dealing with life and death, they are dealing with the human condition, the essence of life. They are about the journey that each man and woman must take, they are about aging, and living with ones own decisions. I too have no choice but to look at my path, my rode as the one less travailed. I must find meaning in my life lest I loose myself in the current which is humanity. To start off, I have to confess that I have a most difficult time with the English language when it comes to the mechanics of it. So I am a little slow on the up take when it comes to such things. Now to the poem.
It was…well…strange listening to Robbert Frost read his own poem. I think in fact that I prefer, my Kay’s reading of the poems to that of the author. I love to think of the choices of rimes in Robbert Frost’s poem, “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening,” the way in which location of the rime in one stanza, “here” will then rime with a word in the next stanza “queer” forcing you to connect the stanza, forward and then it draws you back to the last stanza. More so than any poem that we have read so far, this poem feels comfortable to both my eyes and ears. I guess it is the symmetry? Or I guess this would be the rhythm? It has a kind of flow to it, which I guess is due to the almost perfect iambic rhythm.
On a gray day like today, after the whole week has been carried on our backs, it would be easy for me to look at “Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening” and draw from his words, “And miles to go before I sleep,” that it is the long awaited silence of death after a wretched cumbersome life. I am a bleak soul, and often have a difficult time enjoying the things which are joyful, and cheery. I there for find it easy to dismiss many of the poems which are merely fun. I mean the stuff which is life is deep, difficult, challenging. If we look at these poems they are dealing with life and death, they are dealing with the human condition, the essence of life. They are about the journey that each man and woman must take, they are about aging, and living with ones own decisions. I too have no choice but to look at my path, my rode as the one less travailed. I must find meaning in my life lest I loose myself in the current which is humanity.

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