Lost: The Past Two (2) Daze

[mlerules]

None of this "gone but not forgotten" bullpuckie either. Re-whatevering...generating/charging/flecting/hashing/viving. Spent a good hour plus down at the beach today, walking near the waves, feeing the stress/anxiety melt away...flowing outta me nicely, then hitting the Venice bdwlk and being less pleased than when closer to the water. Reading quite a bit today. For the past many hours it's been Wally Lamb's "She's Come Undone" - 'kay, reading mega-depressing tales ain't such a bright idea right now. Finished Arundhati Roy's "The God of Small Things," this afternoon, just before I started the beach walk. Wow. Big time WOW.

The world's a big place. Inside & out. Getting my head 'round...trying to properly describe: proscribed chaos: limitless: boundless: forms/functions/freedoms. Frictions. Fractiles. Fragmented wholes: life as a mosaic. Why all the bother and plother trying to make sense of it all? And why do I insist that "nabut" or "nobut" or something like this is a word? Must also research: def of "comprise" (diff from composed of, meaning more "to include" or "including" - mebbe). Disjointed. Well, yeah. So? Why do whales beach themselves? Why do I beach myself periodically? Meanings, directions, goals, whys and wherefores...'til death do us part. Being part of something bigger than ourselves. Guess that's what a r-ship is, can be, perhaps should be: something more than the sum of its parts. An entity separate from the people who make it up. (Who comprise it? Or is this improper word usage?)

Sometimes the lifelines connecting us seem so nebulous, so fragile, so thin...non-existent. They can break, shred, shatter, tear, splinter, rip, wear through, get snipped apart...easily...or not so easily, but in different ways not always imaginable. You can try really really hard to keep 'em together, but if one person lets go of his/her end, it doesn't really matter how hard you hang onto your end and/or try to strengthen the bond.

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[stacymckenna.livejournal.com]

Guess that's what a r-ship is, can be, perhaps should be: something more than the sum of its parts.

::blink::

wanders off, dazed...

The Obvious Via the Oblivious (My Path)

[mlerules.livejournal.com]

Perhaps yer thinking it's a "d'oh" moment I shoulda realized yonks ago. My mind wanders and doesn't always hit the obvious right on target: I sometimes stumble into obviousland by a crooked twisted meandering path.

Re: The Obvious Via the Oblivious (My Path)

[stacymckenna.livejournal.com]

quite the opposite, my love. Quite the opposite. It struck me like a mallet between the eyes as well.