Are you where you are?

Sweeping across virtually thousands of anonymous travellers at Rome-Fiumicino Airport this morning, some words came to my mind. And still do they they resound in my unconscious for some reason I can't really seem to pin down... It's often like this. Like when a song unexpectedly lingers on somewhere in you, in that silent inside you which is, however, so pretty much full of music. It's a poem written on the flagstones on the floor at the arrival hall of Oslo-Gardermoen Airport. The easiest thing would be not to ever discover it and to keep stepping on it countless of times. Words that say:

Are you where you are?
Are you not where you are?

Go to where you are

I'll wait for you

-there

Philosophers or Poets?

"Now, between philosophers and poets, the latter, paradoxically, are perhaps the least naive. For if today's philosophers think they know what they don't know, the poets, for their part, know that they do know, but don't know that.”

S. Felman


Any thoughts after such eloquent words? Feel free to put them down here!:)