Thinking on the ideas by Stoics on being grand
Ofcourse I am Grand, I am wise too
Petrified you may be, cold as a salmon
Afford we may, but need, do we ?
Gestures, actions and eyes, they splurge anyway
Embellishments, medals, honours just take space
A letter even, needs the grandeur of language
Wrong, one thinks, Grand brings with itself
But look at nature, the Grand-est of all
The weakness of social frameworks
The binds of nicety and being-a-man
The truth of basic needs
Being lost in milieu
Grand is but, the dance of a peacock, the mane of a lion
Grand are ideas and ideals of humans
Shed that facade and embrace truth, all of it
Bit-by-Bit the light will shine and illuminate
Revealing parts of you, you hidden behind all those clothes of slavishness
If only one can reveal what is truly Grand