I have been waiting patiently for this week so I could write about this selection. When the book opens, it invariably turns to page 172 as I have now creased the binding to that position.
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"We are alone with everything we love."
The first time I considered this, my interpretation was very negative. What do you mean we are alone? What if my love also loves me? How dare you!
I read it now with a different perspective. I alone feel the love that I feel. My love for you is not your love for me. We may love each other, agreed, yet what I feel is for me alone. There are wonderful times, when it seems that the love of two people is the same and shared, when our two-ness becomes one-ness, when I know you feel the same that I do. Even in this moment, my expression of our sharedness is mine own, just as yours belongs to you. In this moment, we are one, yet two, and thus we are alone just the same.
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"Philosophy is really homesickness."
If I could stop laughing, I could write about this.
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"Marriage is the highest mystery."
Still laughing, hold on...
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"We are close to waking up when we dream that we are dreaming."
Once again, reflection brings awareness. My initial impulse was to laught this off as philosophical mumbo-jumbo. But upon deeper analysis, wow.
What is the dream, my nightly sleep visions or this reality that I assume is real? Am I sleeping and dream that I am awake? Is this life nothing but a dream? If that is the case, then the recognition that this life, a dream, is nothing but, then I awaken into a new sense of realization. Now I begin to understand that what seems real is part of the dream, that what I hold dear is also the dream--that I am not I, but the visualization of I.
I wonder what I will wake up to...
I should have taken the blue pill.
About the Author
- Woody did a bad, bad thing
- Clovis, California, United States
- Grew up. Worked my way up to chef. Went back to college. Graduated from a bunch of schools. Taught at the state U for nearly a decade. Retired to raise my kid. I turned out ok.
3 comments:
I love what you said about "we are alone with everything we love." I had the same reaction; I always saw that love should be something shared between two people, but as I thought about it more I realized love stays the same, but people feel it at different levels with different people. Makes you think about the next time you say "I love you" to a person.
I am sad that this will be our last blog! :( It's has been great being in the same class with you! I will always remember when Jason asked, "What are you taking?" and you simply replied without hesitation, "Vicodine." Classic
Your take on love is startlingly similar and a rather more eloquently put restatement of my beliefs. It is all in one's own perception. People share a love, but they do not have the same love. It is not some gossamer thread that binds two people, but rather a headlong jump over a cliff with someone. And it can be shared. We can love a wife and friend, a father and a brother, all differently and powerfully.
I very much like what you said about "we are alone with everything we love." I never saw it that way but now it makes so much sense to me! OUr love for something is ours alone, though yes they may love us back, that is their own love too. Thanks for sharing your view point!
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