"Something changed inside himself..."
Jun. 18th, 2003 04:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jadegirlNews from Chez Mom's; At a book fair, after deliberation with my dad as to whether he'd actually read it, my parents bought a copy of "Rekindling Romance For Dummies" (No, I'm dead serious, they did. Really. Pick yourself up off the floor, dear, you'll hurt yourself.) I am beyond amused. Watching my parents life is like watching a Richter scale. This is better than cable!
On last nights thoughts...it's hard to tell sometimes when we've thought something to death. Coming from a philosophical tradition like mine makes it even harder to tell when the horse is truly dead. Connected to this is the difficulty of being in the present. The past and future are so much more interesting - in the past we can rehash old arguements, relive old dramas, finally, even if only in the arena of our own mind, make things right, or say that brillant thing we thought of two hours too late. In the future we are kings and queens of our castles, creating these elaborate constructions built on fantasy and dream. Sitting here in this chair, typing these words, is so prosaic, a surface consideration strips it of content, meaning, color, shading it all dull grey.
It's a safe grey, though, because without those elaborate constructions, the future is near-blank, mysterious, dangerous in its mystery.
It's a fine balance, knowing when to step into the different arenas of time. I'm struggling a little with it, but I expected that.
Is that horse twitching....?:)
On last nights thoughts...it's hard to tell sometimes when we've thought something to death. Coming from a philosophical tradition like mine makes it even harder to tell when the horse is truly dead. Connected to this is the difficulty of being in the present. The past and future are so much more interesting - in the past we can rehash old arguements, relive old dramas, finally, even if only in the arena of our own mind, make things right, or say that brillant thing we thought of two hours too late. In the future we are kings and queens of our castles, creating these elaborate constructions built on fantasy and dream. Sitting here in this chair, typing these words, is so prosaic, a surface consideration strips it of content, meaning, color, shading it all dull grey.
It's a safe grey, though, because without those elaborate constructions, the future is near-blank, mysterious, dangerous in its mystery.
It's a fine balance, knowing when to step into the different arenas of time. I'm struggling a little with it, but I expected that.
Is that horse twitching....?:)
