Thursday, May 09, 2002

Transcendentalism - a guest entry

I wondered when my prying, pressing meddling would wind up among the annals of this journal, and here I am at last; at the behest of the webmistress, no less. Who am I, do you ask? Well ... there’s not much to say that you truly need to know, save that I am a smartass. If you’re a smart cookie, you should figure this out fairly quickly on your own.

This being said, there is little introduction or explanation needed to begin this stream of conciousness; our conversations have a tendency to rattle and ping from one subject to another with reckless abandon, having little concern for continuity or sense.  At first we began poking fun (as we so often love to do) at a site that both repulses and fascinates us, irrevocably pisses us off yet continues to draw us back like mindless bleating sheep. My partner calls this den of iniquity Puddly Piddly Babies, with good reason. Enter at your own risk.

But I digress, for this is meant to be brief, cleanly slicing through the erratta to the heart of the matter. Which is precisely this - quite often in my observance, my dear Liberty is so clever and dry of wit, so sharply, bitterly, bitingly, unerringly clear upon certain subjects; like the thin verneer of crystalline ice that forms atop the surface of winter-chilled water as it rests in the cool velvet of the night.  And just as easily shattered is her confidence, I think, though in that moment before the crazed cracks splinter that pane into a million piercing shards, the view through that window transcends this mortal coil into a higher world of true understanding. I regret often that I am unable to save these pearls of wisdom upon both our parts, as they tumble from our lips and vanish into the ether of forgetfulness.

But here is the crux. We discussed among ourselves the classic Disney animated film, Peter Pan. What does this movie concern? A simplistic romp into imagination, the timeless battle of good versus evil, the values of both growing up, and remembering one’s youthful joy?  No, of course not. To quote, “nude mermaids… smoking… staying up all night and chopping shit with swords.” “Runaways, child abuse and abandonment, giant animals eating people, an Oedipus complex”. But don’t let the Big Mouse hear you say that. Oh, no. And after dissecting the idiosyncracies of this pendantic drivel, Liberty quoted something I found amazingly ... I cannot find the word for it. It leaves me speechless. And given how long-winded I am as you can see, this is truly saying something.

“What’s the big deal about Peter Pan anyhow?  The kid that never grew up?  Big deal.  He’s just the representation of all men… except he lives in the ideal world where he can LOOK as young as he acts.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is true insight.

In Other Years:

Mother’s Day Moments (2004)

Well, as long as I’m writing and in a foul mood I figured I’d share a few moments I’ll frame…[Read More]

Disconnected (2004)

Updates have been few and far between.  I still wonder if it’s not a phase and more just the beginning…[Read More]

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