Parmenides and Rupert Brooke

Truth in different clothing. Perhaps even different facets of The Truth?

Three disconnected phrases, which nonetheless seem to harmonise.

. “..and think this heart all evil shed away, a pulse in the eternal mind no less”

Rupert Brooke The Soldier

“..the Word, existing beyond time”

The Book of Common Prayer (I think)

“what exists is uncreated and imperishable for it is whole and unchanging and complete. It was not or nor shall be different since it is now, all at once, one and continuous”


It seems to me that what I perceive now, and in this world and time, is a minute fragment. That in fact you and I are eternally part of each other and this life is a chimera, a fantasy. We are like leaves on a tree, adopting a sense of independent life within our ego; whilst in fact being eternally connected. Yes, The leaf “dies”. It browns, separates and falls, but its  molecules and atoms simply change – eventually to be reabsorbed in the living tree. Why would I wish to imagine myself therefore – as materialists do – as nothing more than the leaf?

 I wish rather to I-dentify with the whole that is me – for I am you also. Or rather we are Us. Where there is no death, no grief of separation. No aloneliness.

Older, even than the truth revealed by Christ, is the same message..

“An ignorant man is lost, faithless, and filled with self-doubt;
A soul that harbors doubt has no joy, not in this world or the next.”
-Bhagavad-gita 4:40