tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post7896759808388518512..comments2024-01-08T17:41:57.541-07:00Comments on Yat-Yee Chong: Big and Small, at the same timeYat-Yeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-71639903823377196452010-04-15T13:30:37.018-06:002010-04-15T13:30:37.018-06:00You bet! You captured the feeling well!You bet! You captured the feeling well!Kelly H-Yhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07324529762031928328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-4944304111779854052010-04-14T20:00:37.979-06:002010-04-14T20:00:37.979-06:00Lotus: there is something about stone steps, isn&#...Lotus: there is something about stone steps, isn't there?<br /><br />Davin: Maybe it's because we can still be stuck at toddler stage where the universe revolves around us and so how can we be small?Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-37827431510565072922010-04-14T14:40:28.554-06:002010-04-14T14:40:28.554-06:00I absolutely love this feeling. I've tried to ...I absolutely love this feeling. I've tried to describe it in stories before, but I've always felt like I failed. So many people assume feeling small must be a bad thing. For me, the experience came most often when I was camping and sleeping under the stars. Sometimes, I could feel that distance between planets and the universe felt so large.Davin Malasarnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09385823575081492949noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-87410463874005696082010-04-14T11:57:37.914-06:002010-04-14T11:57:37.914-06:00I like this thought. Nice pictures. Stone stairs m...I like this thought. Nice pictures. Stone stairs move me.lotusgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06663641163048764869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-91577322988652124382010-04-13T16:54:40.655-06:002010-04-13T16:54:40.655-06:00Michelle: I know what you mean by experiencing thi...Michelle: I know what you mean by experiencing this phenomenon through your faith. <br /><br />Bish: me too. All those untold stories and heartaches and joys...Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-91640599162837532322010-04-13T16:34:14.629-06:002010-04-13T16:34:14.629-06:00When walking on old steps, particularly stone step...When walking on old steps, particularly stone steps that have been around for several hundred years, I always get a strange feeling thinking about all the people, all the feet, that have gone before mine.Bish Denhamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13359927719391990534noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-58626767520045580072010-04-13T14:34:33.111-06:002010-04-13T14:34:33.111-06:00Awesome post! Both posts, actually. I've felt ...Awesome post! Both posts, actually. I've felt that way before, yes. For lots of reasons, but mostly with my religion I can feel that way. :)Michelle D. Argylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09696465137285587646noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-29980594807778443012010-04-13T12:58:13.374-06:002010-04-13T12:58:13.374-06:00Oh good. It's always nice to know when I "...Oh good. It's always nice to know when I "get" what the creator intends. And I will include your line in the next GLAM because it doesn't need to be Monday to post your lines. Thanks!Yat-Yeehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04028075516122778317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4980381933042572592.post-76282891451894308532010-04-13T12:18:44.179-06:002010-04-13T12:18:44.179-06:00Wow, thank you for the shout-out, Yat-Yee. I'm...Wow, thank you for the shout-out, Yat-Yee. I'm honored. I am also so pleased that you saw that in the first photo. It is what I was aiming for--the sense of stepping into an unknown vastness.<br />In fact, I hadn't thought about it until now but it reminds me of one of my favorite last lines in a book (darn, it's not Monday!), which is in Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass:<br />"So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky."Tricia J. O'Brienhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05993110400088806252noreply@blogger.com