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Knowing and Forgetting

 

” ‘Is that how it is for you?’ I asked.
‘Is what how it is for me?’
‘Do you still know everything, all the time?”
She shook her head. She didn’t smile. She said. “Be Boring, knowing everything. You have to give all that stuff up if you’re going to muck about here.”
“So you used to know everything?”
She wrinkled her nose. “Everybody did. I told you. It’s nothing special, knowing how things work. And you really do have to give it all up, if you want to play.”‘

–Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane

 

When I was younger, I used to believe that I wanted to understand everything. Not necessarily everything there was to know, I don’t believe I was that foolish. I wanted to understand everything and everyone I came across. I’m rather happy these days that I didn’t get that foolish desire granted. Can you imagine what life would be without the fun of discovery? I love having bits and pieces of knowledge that I can put together like a jigsaw puzzle with lots of blue sky and grass that I can only start to see patterns of shade in. It feels awesome when another piece clicks into place. Once in awhile I get a fleeting glimpse of the shape of the whole puzzle but I know I can never carry that. Besides, while I still want to understand (grock fully) as much as possible, I don’t want to give up the play of figuring it out as I go along. It is the play that keeps me humble and feeling young beyond my years.
I heartily recommend The Ocean at the End of the Lane, the newest book by Neil Gaiman. His combination of myth and masterful storytelling has crafted a truly compelling fairy tale for adults
Blessings, G

 

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Quote of the Day – October 30 2012

β€œIt is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you a deeper meaning.”
― Vincent van Gogh

 

“What are you staring at?”
I used to hear that question all the time and seldom had a good answer. I’d stare at cars and bushes, at women, at men, at a flower or an eye of a beautiful shade that caught my eye. Sometimes i feel my sense of aesthetics may be somewhat strange but I love to look at that which strikes me as beautiful and if I don’t see several of those in a moment than perhaps I am not trying. It may be a truly picturesque form of ADHD :).
“What are you staring at?”
Still as I said before, I tend to stare, not because I want the object of my gaze but because I wish to admire it, to grock it (yes I’ve been using that word a lot lately but it truly does seem to fit its definition more than most words therefore I’ll stick with it) in its fullness until i can feel connection. It may not be what others find beautiful. Who wants to be limited to that? But it is because I am struck by it.
The longer we look at things, truly look as opposed to playing the memory tapes that we all too often do, the more we can truly see it, appreciate it and find within ourselves that part that resonates with whatever we look at. Thus as we give it meaning, it returns the favour.
Blessings, G

 

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Tarot Trump XVII – The Star by G A Rosenberg

 

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