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First, to finish what I promised last time -about blindness.
I hope my love can blind you
I hope me arms can bind you
So you never have to see
What we've grown to be
Doggerel as it might be, this verse from the Perishers' song, "Pills," is rather incisive and it got me thinking.
I think that sometimes, at the end of the day, we want from love what it is not meant to give. We want it to blind us; we need something to hide all of the unsightly, horrific banality - something so consuming, so immediate, so incendiary that we see and experience nothing else.
Love can conquer all, yes, but we are wrong to want love to coat things - like wallpaper that doesn't fill the cracks or replaster the holes but simply covers them up. I'm using we editorially here, so please don't think this "we" necessarily includes you if you disagree with me here. But I think what we really need is a love that makes the cracks and holes okay, even a little charming, and a love that works with us to fix ones that are really problematic.
Oh man, I did it here. I've tried to put a term paper into a paragraph and ran into a problem. I'll say this, and then please just take each statement in its intended context.
It is also really important to know that it takes a lot of love to fix something that needs fixing, even to want to fix it. So the "cracks and holes" I have alluded to can be little personal flaws (can be overlooked) or big, stymieing flaws (should not be overlooked.) I'm done.
Moving on, today I was walking to class, and I noticed that the trees have started to change (you know, to that lovely bloody brown pseudo-autumn color of Texas trees) and many of the leaves have already fallen off. How did I miss this? I must have been too busy to take a look around lately. So I was sitting there, relishing the changing of seasons, when I noticed I was starting to get really hot. What is this? I asked myself. Then I realized, I'm wearing a black shirt...AND IT'S 80 FRICKIN DEGREES OUTSIDE. Autumn, my butt. Come on Texas. It's NOVEMBER. Get cold already, or at least cool enough to not sweat.
That is all
Nords
I hope my love can blind you
I hope me arms can bind you
So you never have to see
What we've grown to be
Doggerel as it might be, this verse from the Perishers' song, "Pills," is rather incisive and it got me thinking.
I think that sometimes, at the end of the day, we want from love what it is not meant to give. We want it to blind us; we need something to hide all of the unsightly, horrific banality - something so consuming, so immediate, so incendiary that we see and experience nothing else.
Love can conquer all, yes, but we are wrong to want love to coat things - like wallpaper that doesn't fill the cracks or replaster the holes but simply covers them up. I'm using we editorially here, so please don't think this "we" necessarily includes you if you disagree with me here. But I think what we really need is a love that makes the cracks and holes okay, even a little charming, and a love that works with us to fix ones that are really problematic.
Oh man, I did it here. I've tried to put a term paper into a paragraph and ran into a problem. I'll say this, and then please just take each statement in its intended context.
It is also really important to know that it takes a lot of love to fix something that needs fixing, even to want to fix it. So the "cracks and holes" I have alluded to can be little personal flaws (can be overlooked) or big, stymieing flaws (should not be overlooked.) I'm done.
Moving on, today I was walking to class, and I noticed that the trees have started to change (you know, to that lovely bloody brown pseudo-autumn color of Texas trees) and many of the leaves have already fallen off. How did I miss this? I must have been too busy to take a look around lately. So I was sitting there, relishing the changing of seasons, when I noticed I was starting to get really hot. What is this? I asked myself. Then I realized, I'm wearing a black shirt...AND IT'S 80 FRICKIN DEGREES OUTSIDE. Autumn, my butt. Come on Texas. It's NOVEMBER. Get cold already, or at least cool enough to not sweat.
That is all
Nords
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