Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Let 'Em Down Gently

In the world of men and women, the capacity for self delusion is a virtue.

As an example:


Having grown up raised almost completely by the Tee Vee, it becomes easy to romanticize everything.

Momma said there'd be days like these?


Nah. Mom was a bit busy watching game shows.

Eventually, most romantic notions fall away and reality plays a much bigger part in your thinking.


But, at what point does one pull back and still maintain that ability to put on the blinders? At what point does one know that the abyss has been looked into for too long?

"No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality; even larks and katydids are supposed, by some, to dream. Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; It had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone."
-- Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House
Sometimes they'll fail you, and sometimes you'll fail them. Make sure to keep score accurately; it makes the hard decisions a little easier...

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Coalescence

That one piece missing from the region down in the bottom right corner, you're sure that's it.

And it is. And you press it home.

Thinking for sure that you'd lost it, you breathe a little easier.

And then, your breath catches in your throat. That one piece, put into its proper place, makes the overall image clearer than you could have imagined...

Another portal to the past opened. Such time travel has been known to you since the beginning. Since that time when a large-enough accretion of your sensory experiences allowed you to think for the first time, Here I am...

Before that, there was the laying of the foundation. Try as you will to see into that period of the past, it remains hidden from view.

Here I am.

But, who are YOU?

"...According to this line of criticism, the sense of self is an evolutionary artifact, which saves time in the circumstances it evolved for. But sense of self breaks down when considering some events such as memory loss, split personality disorder, brain damage, brainwashing, and various thought experiments. When presented with imperfections in the intuitive sense of self and the consequences to this concept which rely on the strict concept of self, a tendency to mend the concept occurs, possibly because of cognitive dissonance." [source]

Looking back down at the puzzle, you become aware of another missing key piece. The collection of unplaced pieces seems to have grown, and somehow you're almost convinced that that key piece isn't to be found within it. Maybe the cat ran off with it...

Is there any lemonade left in the fridge?