January 12th, 2008
Head in the Clouds
Also called by some Marching to the Tune of a Different Drummer.
“Losing life is a trifle and I will have that courage when
I need it. But to see the meaning of this life vanishing,
our reason for existing disappearing, that is what I
cannot stand. No one can live without reason.”
Quotation from Albert Camus, Cherea in Caligula
January 12th, 2008 at 2:15 am
Avoir la tête dans les nuages, ce sont souvent les rêveurs qui sont comme ça ! j’aime bien les rêveurs, ils s’inventent sans cesse des mondes parallèles, des tas d’autres vies, des histoires fantastiques des images oniriques … avoir la tête dans les nuages c’est une jolie manière de créer …
January 12th, 2008 at 6:15 am
Now for some faux poetry
In imitation of your style;
I’d like to note that individualism
…or being creative…
attracts the attention of ‘Judge Lynch’.
Standing outside the herd,
you resemble nothing more
then a Wolf with sharp teeth.
January 12th, 2008 at 7:58 am
you make my day. there’s something for you at the mouse.
January 12th, 2008 at 9:20 am
Thought I’d reciprocate and have a look around your site. Très interesting. Love the cartoons/comics. I see on one of your posts you quote e e cummings - a poet I intend to feature in my Pause for Poetry series one of these days. Bon week-end!
January 12th, 2008 at 9:41 am
A haiku for Sera
Clouds are made for heads
In it but not of it sight
Then clear to descend
The surf, the fresh squeezed (the juice, not me) and your blog. Nice breakfast.
January 12th, 2008 at 12:27 pm
Ooooh! Yours is the prettiest and most creative blog I have seen yet! Consider me a fan.
xoxoxoxoSMJ
January 12th, 2008 at 12:51 pm
Good luck in finding that meaning.
January 12th, 2008 at 1:36 pm
whimsical, dreaminess, all of its good. I am sure people once dreamed of planes, trains, automobiles, phones that could be carried, vaccines, silky dresses, but all dreams do come true….eventually.
January 12th, 2008 at 2:36 pm
Thanks Sera for attending my blog and for your inspiring words! You certainly don’t walk with your head in the clouds but it’s your friend in your comic who thinks so - your alter ego? When I was 13 years old my English teacher asked me when I was watching the clouds outside: “So Erik, wool-gathering again?” and he explained the meaning of the British saying “wool-gathering”. I never forgot these words because in the eyes of many people in my environment I’m kind of head-in-clouds walker too. These clouds are full of flying stones, and they can hurt! So it’s better not to seek clarity and creativity in misty environments, but for us wool-gatherers it’s sometimes tough, till we bump against a flying stone again, and my mother used to say: “Even a donkey doesn’t bump against the same stone twice”, poor comfort if the stones are not the same
It’s also poor comfort to know that these stones flying through the clouds are thrown by other people who constantly miss the two birds they hope to catch with one stone, and now can put the blame on you that they missed them 
Thanks for reading my bla-bla.
January 12th, 2008 at 5:25 pm
La tête dans les nuages, c’est aussi un endroit paisible et libre de toute contrainte. C’est l’endroit idéal de création sans aucune limite. Beau commentaire Inès!
January 12th, 2008 at 5:29 pm
I love creative people!
That picture is so beautiful!
January 12th, 2008 at 6:54 pm
I like my head in the clouds. It’s up there visiting my castle in the air.
January 13th, 2008 at 6:18 am
Fascinating site!
Losing life is indeed a trifle, but too much searching often becomes self-defeating so that everything becomes the search and one forgets how to find.
January 13th, 2008 at 2:19 pm
head in the clouds better than lost in the fog
January 13th, 2008 at 3:31 pm
Hey Sera, i love this weeks comic/cartoon/pic. very cool.
And I agree with your comment on my blog, about Valentines day! you’re funny.
January 13th, 2008 at 11:13 pm
Well hello there darling!
This is some quote! By an existentialist nonetheless! Gosh, I’m always having these kinds of questions and inner dialogues in my own mind as to what my purpose or anyone else’s for that matter really is. And there it is, Mr. Camus only reinforcing that there has to be a reason. And luckily, even after all my questioning, I am thankful that there is still a reason within me after all.
January 17th, 2008 at 4:32 pm
sweet how the circle grows….wat, lettuce, gary, dumdad, vanilla and of course salty! xxx