Once more into the sink!

[pendrops]

Today was one of those days where I really wish that I could stop by the liquor store on the way home from work and buy some malt beverages and sit on the couch for a three or four, doing nothing but reading and thinking.  Stupid imaginary rules.  I'm responsible, I'm mature (as subjective as those things may be).  Why can't I buy booze?  I'm not

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[bikiniline]

Because our lives are bound by time. We are obsessed with seconds because we want to know how many we have left. Were there no death, there would be no need of time. As long as bodies decay, we will count the hours that decay them.

The arbitrary designation of holidays, I think, springs from a need for community and communion with our culture and with each other. Christmas isn't special because I choose that date to celebrate the birth of Christ and reflect on peace and love and goodwill toward men; it is special because everyone in my culture does the same, on the same day, and it is as much compulsion as choice, a compulsion that draws us together or (as the case may be and unfortunately often is) alienates us

[pendrops]

I know our lives are bound by time, but our western conception of time is so linear that it can sometimes be straining, i.e. "it's now or never," "no day like today." These may be encouraging statements, but they reflect the underlying concept that if one fails to highlight certain days, then one is somehow failing. I am not saying that carpe diem is a bad thing. I'm just saying that sometimes it doesn't matter.

I was reading about about Margaret Fuller and it made me want to have my own Conversations for Women group that meets once a week to discuss erudite topics. Talking to you reminded me of it.

[bikiniline]

Listen to the music from Rent. It's all about reconciling the irreconciliable ideas of carpe diem and expectations/hope for the future. If you start that group, let me know so I can video-conference in now and then.