The Thinkerer – Page 4 – You are at the Thought-Foundry!

A Sonnet on Lodestars

Fishermen at Sea – J. M. W. Turner (Painted in 1796)

I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
Jimmy Dean, American Country Music Singer

Flood, the Messenger

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
Oscar Wilde, Irish Poet and Playwright

A Sonnet on Winter

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
Albert Camus, French Philosopher

A Sonnet on Confusion

The Trial – Wolfgang Lettl (Painted in 1981)

I think, therefore I am… confused.
Benjamin Hoff, Author of The Tao of Pooh

A Sonnet on Sailors

The Storm on the Sea of Galilee – Rembrandt van Rijn (Painted in 1633)

The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.
Vincent Van Gogh, Dutch Post-Impressionism Painter

A Sonnet on Mistakes

The Gong and Gongster (Image Generated by DALL-E2)

The greatest mistake a man can ever make is to be afraid of making one.
Elbert Hubbard, Author of A Message to Garcia

Alive, thou art!

Man, thou art; art and artist,
Canvas and colour, painter and paint.
Man’s warm heart, enshrines a list,
Of loves to love, till fatally faint.

A Sonnet on Rage

Wrath Personified (Image Generated by DALL-E2)

Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.
Samuel Langhorne Clemens (Mark Twain), Author of Tom Sawyer

Ennui’s Flower

Ennui’s Plantation (Image Generated by DALL-E2)

In a restless state of rest, we often lie, on Boredom’s comfy bed,
Thinking of all we can accomplish, and accomplishing nothing instead!

A Poem on learning how to live…

Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog – Caspar David Friedrich (Painted in 1818)

I thought and thought and thought again.
I fought and fought and fought again.
Yet brain and brawn, muscle and neuron,
Proposed no response of significance,
To a question driven into human oblivescence:

How does one make a life out of mere existence?
How must we live?