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selkie at 09:39pm on 27/11/2006
selkie at 09:39pm on 27/11/2006This is something I originally tried to express to my wife using a complex and carefully-constructed analogy involving seven-minute frosting. I had one of my bright flashes where it was all so completely clear, and of course it didn't translate at all on my tongue, but it's all still in my head.
I was just struck by how everything leads to everything else. (I realise most people get over this in their early twenties.)
And so, in the same way that a mousse leads to a seven-minute frosting leads to a royal icing leads to a dacquoise, I've begun finding infinite little connections between formative things in my life and the way I am now. I had a story no one was allowed to hear, and now I'm a writer. The dark-in-corners Orthodox ferment of my early upbringing has left me with only the basic kernel of a religion: love people, love what you have and recognise that Someone is out there creating what you love. All the loss sped and barreled and caught up with me and it became the living, evolving, constant passion I feel for my wife. Everything becomes everything else; you just have to give it time.
I'm still not explaining it all very well. But it helps to get it out there, if a little later than most people.
I was just struck by how everything leads to everything else. (I realise most people get over this in their early twenties.)
And so, in the same way that a mousse leads to a seven-minute frosting leads to a royal icing leads to a dacquoise, I've begun finding infinite little connections between formative things in my life and the way I am now. I had a story no one was allowed to hear, and now I'm a writer. The dark-in-corners Orthodox ferment of my early upbringing has left me with only the basic kernel of a religion: love people, love what you have and recognise that Someone is out there creating what you love. All the loss sped and barreled and caught up with me and it became the living, evolving, constant passion I feel for my wife. Everything becomes everything else; you just have to give it time.
I'm still not explaining it all very well. But it helps to get it out there, if a little later than most people.
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I think that's a very good kernel.
*hugs*
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P.S. Have I told you lately how much I love your layout? I love you layout.
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I don't feel... bad. I just feel like the introspection ought to mostly be over at my age. :)
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Nono. See, that's the whole point. Life and how you experience it is everchanging, thus one should always be introspective. If Descarte is right, then not thinking=DEATH!!!!!! Death I say. Or at least non-existence. Although, there is too much introspection and that is also bad. See: Hamlet. That, clearly=DEATH!!!!!!!! as well. Not to mention the death of basically your entire court minus your best friend. So maybe Life is just the careful balance of thinking just enough but not so much that you blow everyone up? It's too early in the morning for this.