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Endless Life in a Mortal Dream

Endless Life in a Mortal Dream. I wrote that. I’m not sure what it means, but it came out very naturally without thought or revision, so I will procede to overanalyze it to draw some sort of positive conclusion.

Endless life is simple enough, the idea of immortality, or living forever. But living forever, in a mortal dream? What is a mortal dream? (I’m currently researching via the Internet). It turns out that Empty Your Heart of its Mortal Dream is the title of a Scottish album. Curious. So now I’m listening to strange Scottish music and pondering my random sentence.

This seems interesting, but I don’t have a clue what it is talking about. I kind of dig this Scottish album though.

The notion of a mortal dream seems to be present in this poem by William Butler Yeats:

The Host­ing of the Sidhe

The host is rid­ing from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte toss­ing his burn­ing hair,
And Niamh call­ing “Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mor­tal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heav­ing, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are wav­ing, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rush­ing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.“
The host is rush­ing ‘twixt night and day,
Caoilte toss­ing his burn­ing hair,
And Niamh call­ing “Away, come away.”

Unfortunately I’m terrible with understanding poems, just as the rest of the population is likely terrible at deciphering my own poems. I’ve literally no idea what this is talking about.

And I’m stumbling onto some rather interesting stuff (from the website with the poem).

Don’t write for any­one but your­self. Don’t write for any­thing but what you feel. Write for the under­stand­ing, the dis­cov­ery, the plea­sure. It will be worth the time and effort. Why? Because you will know some­thing more, and what you know more will help you in life.

So I read a little of this, and don’t understand what I’m reading either. If anybody wants to fill me in on what I meant when I said “Endless Life in a Mortal Dream,” that would be great, otherwise, I’m done searching for now.

I was supposed to draw some sort of conclusion and here is what I concluded: Sometimes things don’t make a lot of sense.

Written by Johnathan Croom

Johnathan is a simple person. He keeps people motivated in order to motivate himself and spends his spare time being inspirational and quoting himself. He's searching for his purpose in the world and writing about the adventure called Life. He isn't a big believer in careers, but rather making dreams reality.

Johnathan Croom · Life—only real when shared.