The Thinker, by Auguste Rodin, “represented Dante, author of the Divine Comedy which had inspired The Gates, leaning forward to observe the circles of Hell, while meditating on his work. The Thinker was therefore initially both a being with a tortured body, almost a damned soul, and a free-thinking man, determined to transcend his torment through poetry. The pose of this figure owes much to Carpeaux’s Ugolino (1861) and to the seated portrait of Lorenzo de’ Medici carved by Michelangelo (1526-31).” (from http://www.musee-rodin.fr/en/collections/sculptures/thinker)
This statue has always been my favourite sculpture, and Rodin my favourite sculptor. Somehow he came to mind as soon as I read the email with WordPress’s Daily Prompt today. The reason why, right this minute, The Thinker became me is because this month I found poetry in stepping up and talking publicly about life with MS. It has given me much hope, despite my own tortured body. It has given me a reason to transcend that very hardship to do more. Like my friends, family and anyone else who knows me will testify, I am a thinker, always wondering about philosophy, psychology and life, how to end misfortunes and see beauty in the smallest of things.
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