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The Meaning Of Life
Jan. 16th, 2006 01:47 am...is, 'beautiful'.
I spent a great deal of this weekend, in fact, almost absolutely all, in bed or bedroom, sick. A little time at Tillie's in the livingroom was had.
It was a lovely slowdown. I got some time in on Otherspace, administrating and roleplaying just a little. I got to talk-- hours upon hours of conversation with Juggler, another long talk with Graham --it was hard on my cough-roughened throat, but so lovely. It was so lovely. Tonight I roleplayed and read my favourite poems aloud for hours while Graham did his math homework in the same room. This is joy, you know? Then he walked me home through the beginnings of rain.
This feeling that I have right now is not so much one of exultation, as I usually feel when I make an 'I love you guys' post. How I feel is-- I love you. You're all little hooks, little anchors, that tie me into the reality of the world. You make this real. Together we wander around and create meaning, our interactions stir little eddies of complexity in the universe, there is pattern and story in our being, and in our being together in whatever way we are together. There are enough threads here that the thing won't tear, even if one or another disappears.
How I feel is-- there's too much in the world for me There's more than I need. There's so much richness there. I could spend my life plumbing the depths of just one person and never get to the bottom. All these surfaces that I meet, that I plunge past, I appreciate the richness there. I love, I am honoured by, I am blessed by, a world that will never run out or come to the end. There is no barrenness. There is no being left empty save through deliberate choice.
How I feel is-- thank you.
I spent a great deal of this weekend, in fact, almost absolutely all, in bed or bedroom, sick. A little time at Tillie's in the livingroom was had.
It was a lovely slowdown. I got some time in on Otherspace, administrating and roleplaying just a little. I got to talk-- hours upon hours of conversation with Juggler, another long talk with Graham --it was hard on my cough-roughened throat, but so lovely. It was so lovely. Tonight I roleplayed and read my favourite poems aloud for hours while Graham did his math homework in the same room. This is joy, you know? Then he walked me home through the beginnings of rain.
This feeling that I have right now is not so much one of exultation, as I usually feel when I make an 'I love you guys' post. How I feel is-- I love you. You're all little hooks, little anchors, that tie me into the reality of the world. You make this real. Together we wander around and create meaning, our interactions stir little eddies of complexity in the universe, there is pattern and story in our being, and in our being together in whatever way we are together. There are enough threads here that the thing won't tear, even if one or another disappears.
How I feel is-- there's too much in the world for me There's more than I need. There's so much richness there. I could spend my life plumbing the depths of just one person and never get to the bottom. All these surfaces that I meet, that I plunge past, I appreciate the richness there. I love, I am honoured by, I am blessed by, a world that will never run out or come to the end. There is no barrenness. There is no being left empty save through deliberate choice.
How I feel is-- thank you.
