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Viewing comments for Chapter 38 "My Unanswered Question."
Poems of Random wandering; an inward look.

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Comment from Theodore McDowell
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The intriguing question is beautifully penned: Why do you cry for arriving; see the rejoicing others?

Same perfectly presented question in the first stanza:

One summer day I came screaming in this world.
Was I protesting leaving the warm womb?
Or is it an unjust and arbitrary deal for a soul?
Answer for such inquiry; is it a foolish expectation?

You confront those who would attack a person who asks such questions and then honestly state that the unanswerable question remains open for you.

 Comment Written 28-Jul-2022


reply by the author on 28-Jul-2022
    I am gratified that my thoughts about why a human birth happens in this way, received your understanding. I have been wrestling with this since I reached my 80th birthday this month. Thank you for your comment and appreciate the ranking. Best regards.
    Arun
Comment from Susan Newell
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You ask a fascinating question, and it may have a simple answer: because they can. Although I believe it also helps with first inspirations and could be a response to it. Perhaps there is a tiny amount of pain as lungs acclimate to oxygen. Perhaps it is an expression of surprise at being thrust into an alien environment, full of strange "others" and things. Perhaps it is the only way to announce, "I am here!" Perhaps it is learning to request need for food or clean diapers or some form of health care or adjustment. Perhaps it is all these things.

In any case, you have given me great food for thought with a question I've never heard asked before.

 Comment Written 28-Jul-2022


reply by the author on 28-Jul-2022
    I cannot thank you enough for your study of my sentiments. We know the clinical reason for crying and that is to force the remaining fluid out of lungs and inhaling the oxygen in large quantity. However, this does not satisfy our deeper quest of knowing what it is about coming and going in this incarnation. I turned eighty this month and, in my aloneness, I couldn't think of anything but the birth, the journey and the transmigration of soul. I loved your analysis and thanks for your comments as well as stars you assigned to my poem. All the best.
    Arun