The Goliath of cancer is spreading its tentacles
It moves fast,
It moves wide,
It moves in surreptitiously,
Without making a noise,
When will David arrive,
When will David strike?
One day we will be rid of this Goliath,
There is hope till there is life,
David we are waiting to hear your fife.
2 comments:
Cancer is a collage of many Goliaths and will need a college of Davids to bring it down, if at all
I sometimes have this morbid feeling that Cancer is an integral part of human existence and will always be there with us to remind us of our frailty. This quote from Kierkegaard is important enough even if were only to be about writing but truly seems to be a metaphor for much of life
It is (to describe it figuratively) as if an author were to make a slip of the pen, and as if this clerical error became conscious of being such. Perhaps this was no error but in a far higher sense was an essential part of the whole exposition. It is, then, as if this clerical error were to revolt against the author, out of hatred for him, were to forbid him to correct it, and were to say, "No, I will not be erased, I will stand as a witness against thee, that thou art a very poor writer."
– Søren Kierkegaard
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