Painting Write Now

This painting is different from the others we have seen before because of its color mainly. It contains pink, bright red, and a joyful ambiance. The bright blue and green contrast with the warm colors and make it look sparkly, and highlighting.
Aside from the cheerful color, it includes a comic character which is not defined as anything common in real life. It is strange but jolly.
This could be meta fiction since the creature who is the artist in the painting is painting itself in another canvas inside, and we are admiring this pattern of painters.

The Luck of Being Born

In my reading of Leaves of Grass I found a very significant quote that made me think "Has any one supposed it lucky to be born?

I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it." This is an extremely significant question to ask to oneself, to the universe. it has crossed my mind now for over 100 times in my life the reason for my existence in this earth. Is it luck? Was it chance? The possibilities of me not standing here, breathing, writing, living are extremely big. I could not be alive. With this I must disagree with Whitman, for it is pure luck to be born. So many misfortunes that could happen, there is just a small chance of being born the way you are. The number of people versus the chances of our parents getting together, and that magically you are slapped together into what you see today in the mirror. He made me question the possibility of fate. If my chances of existing are so slim then there must be purposed behind my existance. He is probably trying to give that idea that everything is controlled by fate, we are born and we die because it is inevitable. Although the fact we are here is very likely just luck I do understand why Whitman says this. The alternatives are so great and the possibility of things existing the way they do is so small that believing in fate is a logical choice. We have to trust the ways of the universe, or else we don't have a choice of existing.

Celebrating The World

"I Celebrate myself;
And what I assume you shall assume;
For every atom belonging to me,
as good belongs to you."

When Whitman creates this poem he is exploiting the fact of believing the world as a whole. Us being part of one whole magnum force be it G-d , or some specific part of the universe. We could be part of a whole, why not? This can be considered for the reason of actually wanting to be part of a community. For fright of being left alone, away from the pack.
But what Whitman could possibly mean with this, is that like he celebrates himself, everybody can do that too, to themselves and to him.
His theory of being part of a whole includes an almost Socialist thinking believing that since we are all part of the same matter, meaning that we are all made up from the same energy therefore we must all own each others atoms, brains, and neurons being able to think the same way.
He shares himself, and he shares it with his poems, that are rejected in the moment they are published. His atoms are denied.

The End of Felicite

As I continued to read through A Simple Soul I came across a quote that I really liked.This quote happens when It alks about"The grass exhaled an odour of summer; flies buzzed in the air, the sun shone on the river and warmed the slated roof. Old Mother Simon had returned to Felicite and was peacefully falling asleep"(Chapter 5, paragraph 1). This happens just before Felicite dies. The meaning of this quote is that even thought she is dying and her life has been utterly wasted, the birds still sing. This can also be seen in Slaughter House Five with Po-tee-weet meaning that even though the war happened and that people died, the birds still sing. the world keeps on moving. It can also be seen in many Holocaust books like Night and Cage. After they exited the camps, the birds kept on singing. And when they were in the camps, the day was sunny and beautiful. It was always an amazing day when they were slaughtered in the concentration camps. And so on. This happened as well to Felicite. She was forgotten, while the children sang outside under the beautiful sunny day. The World goes on.