tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post1597161045880883020..comments2024-01-20T11:56:48.682+01:00Comments on WindRose Hotel: Are We All Jay Gatsby?S.R. Piccolihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15622464895435470724noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post-64895337116785919222017-06-05T11:36:25.985+02:002017-06-05T11:36:25.985+02:00I definitely agree with you, Mirino, there's n...I definitely agree with you, Mirino, there's no need to believe that there is an afterlife in order to keep ourselves young at heart. S.R. Piccolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15622464895435470724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post-60824558232644346432017-06-05T10:10:46.456+02:002017-06-05T10:10:46.456+02:00When my mother was in her late seventies, she once...When my mother was in her late seventies, she once said that she still feels as if she were thirty-five. I understand the feeling, already. I think love has a lot to do with it.<br />As you know Rob, in my own personal way, I am religious, but I don't need to believe that there's an after life. Should this be so, then for me it would be a bonus. Paradise is what one tries to make during one's life time. Hell is also what one makes if so inclined. If spiritual, celestial Paradise is a sublime dream, Hell is more a reality, and those that create it are fatally bound to finally realise this. It's the last thing they see.Mirinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14762774089637304953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post-91670204374165733282017-06-05T10:07:50.675+02:002017-06-05T10:07:50.675+02:00When my mother was in her late seventies, she once...When my mother was in her late seventies, she once said that she still feels as if she were thirty-five. I understand the feeling, already. I think love has a lot to do with it.<br />As you know Rob, in my own personal way, I am religious, but I don't need to believe that there's an after life. Should this be so, then for me it would be a bonus. Paradise is what one tries to make during one's life time. Hell is also what one makes if so inclined. If spiritual, celestial Paradise is a sublime dream, Hell is more a reality, and those that create it are fatally bound to finally realise this. It is the last thing they see.Mirinohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14762774089637304953noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post-3246141436802642392017-06-05T00:00:36.987+02:002017-06-05T00:00:36.987+02:00Thank you so very much, Anonymous, glad to hear th...Thank you so very much, Anonymous, glad to hear that you liked the article! <br /> S.R. Piccolihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15622464895435470724noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33445632.post-67813656450839425732017-06-04T22:25:17.161+02:002017-06-04T22:25:17.161+02:00Bravo to you and your article. It's well writt...Bravo to you and your article. It's well written and thought provoking. I have been looking for and finding excuses to be a curmudgeon. I play the quote from It's a Wonderful Life in my head all the time, "what are you but a warped, frustrated young man?" <br /><br />Your ideas on youth and exuberance for life also stings, because I've been told by friends that I act like I can't wait to be 60 so my demeanor wouldn't be out of the ordinary.<br /><br />I won't pretend that your article has changed me as a person, but I will use it as a stepping stone to start becoming.<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com