When no one "gets" you — that's when you're alone.
Showing posts from August, 2006
He posed this question to the class: "Where do you go for peace and quiet?" When it came my turn, my reply was: "The beach." This was my answer not because it was true, but because it was, somehow, Poetic. He was impressed by my answer, and that was my point: To Impress — because, in that particular place, and at that particular time, he was in a position of power. And, in a way, he still is. This adolescent memory resurfaced yesterday, whilst traversing bare-footed upon a rocky beach — my eyes fixed more on the broken beer bottles and castoff condoms strewn across the shore than on the gently lapping blue expanse beyond.
A seemingly pertinent quote to a semi-recent series of incidents — all of which are now mourned and cherished... "The straight warp of necessity, not to be swerved from its ultimate course — its every alternating vibration, indeed, only tending to that; free will still free to ply her shuttle between given threads; and chance, though restrained in its play within the right lines of necessity, and sideways in its motions directed by free will, though thus prescribed to by both, chance by turns rules either, and has the last featuring blow at events." —Melville, Moby Dick