Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Might stop a hole to keep the wind away.
O that that earth which kept the world in awe
Should patch a wall t'expel the winter's flaw. -- Hamlet, Shakespeare
Life is great. If nothing else for the fact that you know no matter how much you will fuck up one day, or how terrible everything will seem, it will end. It will all be over. You can work your hardest to provide for your family; break your back to achieve rank and status; and when you go to bed at night, you close your eyes, much in the way the world closes it's own on you someday. You connect to your dreams, everything you have experienced swirling in a stew of mixed images--memories, passions, loves, losses--and then the inevitable happens. You don't wake up. You don't have another chance to say, 'Woah, I had a dream about that the other day.' You become the nothingness that you've always been a part of, permanently, although no one stopped to realize that you were nothing already. They didn't stop to think that they were nothing as well.
Why the morbid topic? Perhaps it is the procrastinators last salvation. In a world fueled by man-made interests, enraptured by ethical and philosophical discourse, you know the question on everyone's mind is 'Why do anything at all?' You can do literally nothing and wither away, or you can do everything and the same will occur. So in a world where people are determined by how close and far they are from sanity and insanity, why not try insanity for the hell of it? Why be conservative in a world that is begging you to liberal? We've all only lived this life once, how do we know what the best path is? Why be consumed by jealousy, why care at all?
Women.
For women: men.
There is only one thing that we revolve around. Women are the earth men are the sun. This isn't a new tradition. Without each other, they are nothing. The earth becomes a floating rock, cold, lifeless and the sun, without something to burn for burns for no one. Would the sun exist without the earth? Could the woman or man exist without the opposite? Women make great men, women make themselves great--but would women make great women, or men make great men? Could two Earths strive together? Would two suns be too hot, consumed by their own desire to burn hotter than the other? Our entire world exists on the duality of everything. With patience there is anger, "for fear there is a heart, to doubt, a mind" (Cummings). For every dawn there is dusk. In life, we need death. As a man, you need a woman. As a woman, you need a man. Apart from the Christian ideal that heterosexuality is essential to the progression of mankind, it is also quintessential to nature.
So what is the meaning of life? Can there be enough balance in a single sentence to answer that question completely? The meaning of life is a woman, but not so much as the woman is the end of life once you've been with her. She should invigorate and refresh all that you've made for yourself. When your day comes, you had two hearts, two souls mixed together--she the Earth, you the sun. With your warmth she is given life, weathering the seasons of her spirit, as you and her thrive from the other--and everything that she is, makes you burn.
I love life. If not just for women, for the fact that no matter what we do, simply 'being' is satisfying enough.
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i cannot figure out how to im so i'll just repsond here haha!
i'm not sure what you wanted my opinon on but i guess i'll do general impressions
may i begin by disclaimer-- this all comes from my perspective and thus is filled with my judgements and understnading of the world. it therefore may not have any value to you and only you know this so check it out inside yourself before taking it seriously at all--and even then don't take it too seriously
i get the sense that the tone is overall happy (or very sarcastic but i think it was actually happy) hehee that you are feeling like life in all its forms is a glorious adventure and i find this delightful. i am happy for you that you are happy. some of my most precious memories are not necessarily the happiest ones but they remind me of my own humanity and give me compassion for others on this journey as well.
second--sometimes i get the impression you have a tendency to discuss things in overly broad philisopical terms when what you are really aiming at is quite specific and pragmatic (that may not be true i have limited experience with you in this area). while you may have done this on purpose as this case in particular-- where we are all friends of both of you and thus must be extra careful of our involvement--may warrant such detach and vaugness. however i would encourage you to ensure that you are not avoiding the specific issues that may be up for you by hiding behind grand philisophical theories.
in terms of your arguement i think it is lovely and very conscious of the intense and meaningful connection between lovers (i mean that as a larger concept that just people who have sex). it is certainly one of the most valuable and inspiring aspects of the human condition.
i personally find it important to consider however that though these relationships are beautiful and for sure worth striving for, i do not define myself by them. for one because some of my most precious and inspiring relationships have ended--a reality which is as common as love itself. i choose not to narrowly define real love as only that which lasts "forever" (also that feeling love often continues in the absense of interaction). i am who i am today because of my interactions with others, but i am who i am whether there is someone else or not. the self is impacted by our interactions with others but is never destroyed by them. indeed the end of a realtionship always includes some level of giving up our understandings of our selves that originated thru our intactions with this other person. but this moment is important and can be most powerful because it reminds us that in the end we must define ourselves--that our relationship with our self is the one that lasts when the world changes or we find ourselves for a moment alone.
i love you chuck and i appreciate the joy you are approaching this transition in your life with. in the end my opinion on these matters has little value to you because you must find those philosophies of life which bring you joy and upliftment. if it works for you WORK IT! yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
ok i've got to go finish reading and get some sleep.
I agree with a majority of what you're saying, Stace. And, it is not to say that I don't also share these same views, I just touched on one particular aspect of man and woman.
How does a man know he is a man, if he has only himself or other men to form an understanding? How does a woman know that she is a woman if she is only surrounded by women? This is how I believe women and men revolve around each other--not purely for love. I also feel that knowing the opposite sex is important in understanding yourself. If you were born in a cave and had all the necessary tools for survival, who would you be if you spent 40 years in that cave? Would your gender even matter or your sense of self if you had no one else to interact with? What if you only had another male to interact with, how would your perception of self change? It is hard to say, since you have no outside influence at all, no other gender to know but that of your own.
I think it would be interesting if there was a world that was strictly one gender. How would that gender act, would there be a need for extreme male or female emotions?
I think it is also interesting to discuss the duality of life. Men & women, life & death, love & hate, war & peace. Without one, how can one exist?
You had some great commentary and if anything, this post was merely for debate and discussion. Thanks for the post!
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