Jul 21 2009
Lasciate ogni speranza
Would it be too irrational to say there are people who fear facts and people who fear feelings? Oh, I know…you would say that feelings are also facts, but that is where I think you go wrong. Feelings are not facts. Feelings change. They evolve, revolve, and sometimes even falter. They grow stronger, weaker…they fade. They confuse, dazzle, hurt, relieve…but all the time they are incapable of stasis.
Instead, facts do not change. They are. Intransitive verb, period. A chasm, a void, uncertainty towering because there is no exit. Facts are cruel and irreversible. Disease is a fact, love is not. Disease is a limitation with an outcome that eventually will be another fact, but love is not. Love is free as a concept, yet a prisoner of its cradle. It grows, and it fades, layers of its skin spread on a spurious surface, a requirement of blind faith for those who choose to indulge.
Yet I am more afraid of facts than emotions. You cannot fight facts, but you can fight emotions, and many people do. Or maybe you can fight facts, but most of the time the victory or defeat will be external to you, and already a given. Yet, many of us mistake emotions with facts and refuse to fight, expecting loss as a token…naive souls…loss is part of every game we play
Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch’entrate
I am leaving all hope behind me, and here I am…crossing the door.
Hola, querida
Pásaba yo por aquí para decirla que la he invtado a un jueguito de esos de consultar la página de un libro.
Se lo hago saber, así, como que oficialmente. Besos
Geisha
Thank you, my dearest Geisha. I have taken the glove you diligently placed at my doorstep and given it away to a very few chosen ones.
I appreciate your offer, and must confess it was really fun.
Regards,
W.