Love Quote of the Day

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It's my birthday! - with songs no less...!

State of the state on the big 5-0...

If you know me, it's gonna be questions here, instead of just the usual banter...

1. Why haven't I trusted my intuition before? Why does there seem to be a conflict between my intuition, meaning listening to it and dealing with what it says, and not listening to it and trying to force whatever instead? What would happen if we only acted on our intuition?

2. Has love really died? Does love conquer all or not? (FYI to my family: These are esoteric and rhetorical questions ONLY!)

3. Why am I so naturally melancholy?

4. Have I already had my 15 minutes of fame?

5. And last, but certainly not least: Why do I try to universalize my feelings and writings and all these stupid questions? LOL!

...other than those immediately perplexing issues, which most probably don't have any immediate un-perplexing answers - I'm good!

Dancing in the street today to:

1. Buffalo Springfield - Bluebird - Great deep Steven Stills guitar jam in the middle...yeah :-) and those lyrics...my oh my.

Listen to my bluebird laugh
She can't tell you why
Deep within her heart you see
She knows only cryin', just cryin', yeah

There she sits, a lofty perch
Strangest color blue
Flying is forgotten now
She thinks only of you, just you, ohhhh..

So get all those blues, must be a thousand hues
And each is differently used, you just know
You sit there mesmorized by the depth of her eyes
If you could catagorize, she got soul
She got soul, she got soul, she got soul

Do you think she loves you
Do you think at all?
Soon she's going to fly away
Sadness is her own
Fill herself a bath of tears
And go home, and go home

Resonating with Emerson

"Intellectual science has been observed to beget invariably a doubt of the existence of matter. Turgot said, "He that has never doubted the existence of matter, may be assured he has no aptitude for metaphysical inquiries." It fastens the attention upon immortal necessary uncreated natures, that is, upon Ideas; and in their presence, we feel that the outward circumstance is a dream and a shade. Whilst we wait in this Olympus of gods, we think of nature as an appendix to the soul. We ascend into their region, and know that these are the thoughts of the Supreme Being. "These are they who were set up from everlasting, from the beginning, or ever the earth was. When he prepared the heavens, they were there; when he established the clouds above, when he strengthened the fountains of the deep. Then they were by him, as one brought up with him. Of them took he counsel."

Their influence is proportionate. As objects of science, they are accessible to few men. Yet all men are capable of being raised by piety or by passion, into their region. And no man touches these divine natures, without becoming, in some degree, himself divine. Like a new soul, they renew the body. We become physically nimble and lightsome; we tread on air; life is no longer irksome, and we think it will never be so. No man fears age or misfortune or death, in their serene company, for he is transported out of the district of change. Whilst we behold unveiled the nature of Justice and Truth, we learn the difference between the absolute and the conditional or relative. We apprehend the absolute. As it were, for the first time, we exist. We become immortal, for we learn that time and space are relations of matter; that, with a perception of truth, or a virtuous will, they have no affinity."

http://www.vcu.edu/engweb/transcendentalism/authors/emerson/essays/naturetext.html

and that word was.....

Apophenia.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apophenia

More on this later, and thanks to F for helping me locate it :-)

More sad sack...(read: NO physics here yet!)

What's the REAL difference between being a visionary and being mad? What's the REAL difference between seeing the sweeping, numinous trends and influences amongst the rich confluence of circumstances, history and potentialities and having (insert word here for seeing simple, random data turn into some sort of pattern or correlation that doesn't really exist - such word which I can't think of right now, have been trying to look it up for OVER 20 minutes now, and it's getting later and later, and I have to get to work, so screw it - I'm not going to be able to finish this post right this second!!! and boy, and I mad about it! WHAT IS THAT WORD?)....
tbc.

Fit to be tied! (No physics stuff here..)

Yeah - I'm fit to be tied, with myself.
Today I feel and think I'm just a breathing push/pull contradiction in emotions and feelings.....I'm WAY better than I was when I was younger, in the contraction and emotional swingey department - boy, I must have been a real handful to my boyfriends, my family......I'm better now, meaning as I come upon the big 5-0 - if better is more able to identify the contradictions and see myself in both sides of the shadow of the pendulum...One minute I'm in love, one minute I'm not, one minute I'm sad, one minute I'm not, one day I'm excited, one day I'm not, one month I'm loving, one month I'm not, one time I'm hot, one time I'm not, one year I'm happy, one year I'm not....

I was going to entitle this post 'the death of love' ... yeah - how fucking melodramatic is THAT?

Perspective is everything!

So I'm at work today, and my co-worker and I are having an issue with the printer....soon, everyone is calling and stopping by our desks to ask what's up. So this one woman comes by and asks why she suddenly can't print, and my co-worker says to her that no one can print right now - we're having a technical problem with the print server, and he adds that the issue should be fixed in about 10 minutes. So she leaves, and my co-worker walks away too. 5 minutes go by, and the same woman comes by my desk and asks me what wrong with her print function, that she can't print. So I tell her basically the same thing that my co-worker told her - yada yada. As she's leaving to go back to her office, my co-worker returns and looks at the woman walking away, and then look back at me. "So what did she want?" he asks. I tell him she asked me, pretty much, the same question she asked him, and that I told her the same thing that he had told her. My co-worker shakes his head and says tsk tsk. I say "Well, maybe she didn't hear what you said to her." My co-worker says, "No honey, she heard what I said all right, she just didn't listen to what I said."

I loved that! Sometimes it's just all about your perspective.