Anyone in the mood for poetry?
"On Clothes" by Kahlil Gibran
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some of you say,"It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear."
And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
***Gibran is one of my favorites. I think he makes a good point at the end. I interpret it to mean that we wear clothes so that perverts don't stare at us. But if nobody ever wore clothes, then we wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. There would be nothing for them to "perv on" since nudity would be commonplace.
"On Clothes" by Kahlil Gibran
Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet they hide not the unbeautiful.
And though you seek in garments the freedom of privacy you may find in them a harness and a chain.
Would that you could meet the sun and the wind with more of your skin and less of your raiment,
For the breath of life is in the sunlight and the hand of life is in the wind.
Some of you say,"It is the north wind who has woven the clothes we wear."
And I say, Ay, it was the north wind,
But shame was his loom, and the softening of the sinews was his thread.
And when his work was done he laughed in the forest.
Forget not that modesty is for a shield against the eye of the unclean.
And when the unclean shall be no more, what were modesty but a fetter and a fouling of the mind?
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
***Gibran is one of my favorites. I think he makes a good point at the end. I interpret it to mean that we wear clothes so that perverts don't stare at us. But if nobody ever wore clothes, then we wouldn't have to worry about it anymore. There would be nothing for them to "perv on" since nudity would be commonplace.
