tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47453325949858019752012-02-16T06:03:20.948-08:00Chintanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540434673939987508noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4745332594985801975.post-83180494047334378482009-01-22T23:37:00.000-08:002009-01-22T23:41:54.708-08:00Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,<br />Withdraws into its happiness; <br />The mind, that Ocean where each kind<br />Does straight its resemblance find;<br />Yet it creates, transcending these,<br />Far other Worlds, and other Seas;<br />Annihilating all that’s made<br />To a green Thought in a green Shade.<br /> <br /> - Andrew Marvell’s “The Garden”<br /><br /><br />A few lines I read as the preface of a very interesting novel. Try and interpret these lines; profound philosophy. At least I thought so.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4745332594985801975-8318049404733437848?l=chintanblogdrobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chintanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08540434673939987508noreply@blogger.com0