Hover through the fog and filthy air.
I love the fog. It’s an odd thing I guess considering how much I love the sunshine. But the fog of fall and early spring excite my imagination. The mysteries it holds.
Each mundane thing transformed by the mind into gnickets and scrollbegs. Tonight especially with the near full moon lighting the mists a pale grey white. Trees creep out of the darkness. Their long fingers extended shadows. A cats green glowing eyes piercing curtains of fireless smoke. The sounds of your own passing broken and echoed back as the sounds of an army of night time sprites moving to scout the black night.
And then home for hot cocoa.
20091202 @ 2215
Alot of errant thoughts have been tumbling about my brain recently. Thus the reason for the writing hiatus. Just wasn’t sure where to begin to write. Even now as I sit here at the keyboard I’m not sure what I want to say. Usually something I see or hear or think inspires the idea for a post and the ramblings grow from there. I’m trying for something a little different today. Start with the ramble and see what inspiration transpires.
I’ve been watching alot of Farscape recently. Until they had it on netflix, instant watch is delicious, I had not seen a single episode. I had heard it was good from numerous sources but never had the time nor the material available to view it. Suffice to say I love it. The main character of John Crichton is fun to watch as his myriad encounters with unimaginable aliens and numerous experiences with torture change him from a scientifically minded everyman into a somewhat unhinged protaganist. But it is the character of Aeryn Sun that really twists my heart. Her fierce independence and her pugilistic demeanor layer over the truly good heart she has. She gives herself to those she loves even if that means it might harm her. She is not boastful about doing those things, she just does them because it is, to her, the right thing to do.
It is hard to exist that way. Doing the right thing is never easy. It is made especially difficult when actively doing the right thing will cause ourselves pain. It is like the resetting of a displaced fracture. The pain is necessary to set things right.
For some this idea is anathematic. They feel that there must be some greater personal gain for the action. That the act is only done so that the other will do as the person wishes. In this they are partially correct. There is personal gain. However, the personal gain is in the righteousness of the act. It does not come at a loss to the other. It is done honestly and with purity of intention. Intent not to receive a gain but to give to another. The personal gain is ancillary to the gain of the other. The action is a gift. A gift with no strings attached. A gift given in love for the other with no expectations.
There is more to this thought but I cannot find the paths from here to where it is leading. Whatever that destination might be.
Down which paths do these thoughts send you?
20091202 @ 1443
