Few years ago I flipped this book at Kubrick in a peaceful Saturday afternoon. As usual, whenever I come across with simple illustration with deep thought, I will bookmark it in my mind. Trying to remind myself some simple, genuine and always true philosophy whenever I face set back and feeling depressed.
Be it the "missing piece" or the "Big O", they are both an incomplete object to me. I thought no one in this world can really accept their incomplete life. Shel Silverstein was just the one who wills to embrace the fragmentary after facing the again and again set back. Couldn't confront with the destiny , might as well he turned this tragedy into an encouraging piece...
Pessimistic huh? Ya, I really am.
Need to keep rolling forward to find the missing piece? Can somebody push a bit for me.....?I found it's too harsh for a circle to roll up to the acclivous slope......be fair to me..can you?
