Posting twice this morning.
Upon stirring from some unmemorable dream, I got myself dressed, and walked up the street to the neighborhood library.
There I did some reading, and as the previous post can attest, I wrote some too.
Of course, I wrote more with pencil and paper. I prefer to write that way.
The words here published were authored by the dancing of the fingers, leaving marks left by electro-chemical firings in my brain, the mind sewing the train of thought, word by word. Sometimes we are as slugs, moving from where we are in the moment to that place at the end of a series of steps, or the next step itself; in either case we set one thought in to the superstructure of thoughts, and from this both the former and the latter are constantly modified.
That which is said to be modified, that which grows, essentially that which changes, but stays the same as being that thing which changes, is ourselves.
On the beautiful, as before,
The following is really quite nice. The actor Anthony Hopkins composed a piece, a waltz 50 years ago. In the video below, Mr. Hopkins listens and watches as renowned conductor André Rieu performs for him his own ‘And The Waltz Goes On’.
André Rieu – And The Waltz Goes On (composed by: Anthony Hopkins)
Really beautiful, wow.
A little word from Mr. Hopkins on the matter
To continue on this idea of beauty, of goodness, consider this photograph of a recent graduate and his father, the poor farmer.
The man doesn’t even have shoes!
I read comments on this photo elsewhere, and someone had said that this old man looks to have worked every hour of his entire life. Perhaps to put his boy through school so that he does not have to live such a difficult life.
Life, no matter how easy or difficult it is for us, eventually we enter the inevitable denouement, et fin.
Below is a nice little video on death (yes, there can be such a thing), by Stephen Fry.
The views are quite close to my own on death, perhaps so close that one can correctly say that this is the view that I hold.
Yes, I posit one step further (which is sufficient to make it something else entirely), but this is death, it is nothing to us, and the now deserves reverence as much as this life does, our all.
And while we’re still here, still alive and enjoying the music, there is love.
The following is an interesting view of desire, and suggestions on how to keep desire for the long-term.
It’s rather interesting, in that it says that initial desire is the crossing of a boundary between yourself and this other. Therefore, when two become as one, as some views of love would lead us to believe is right, we lose this discovery.
This occurs, Ms. Perel argues, because the other is viewed not as an external self which we wish to connect to, and to perpetually rediscover, but instead we view the other as a component of the existent reality that precedes connection in a way that can easily, and often is, taken for granted.
That’s no good, and so perhaps those in the initial fire of a relationship ought to take heed, lest they lose what feels so good and right.
This video is a preview of the TED talk as performed by a rather energetic fellow, and the link referenced is beneath it.