Tuesday, July 14, 2009

You fairly ruffled my savoir faire there, Dean my man.

Friday, January 9, 2009

 Whetting Vows

When one is preparing to take a vow, to put the full measure 
of one's self behind a statement and a promise, it is best to
make sure everyone involved knows exactly what those words mean.
For instance, some people are uncomfortable in the presence of the divine,
but I am a self-assured, some might say graceful, heathen.
I can appreciate the beauty and majestic wonder of the universe
without being collared by this or that version of the story.
The awe does not strike so hard as to bring me to my knees,
the mystery does not make me tremble.
So when I say you are a Goddess, I am not trying to elevate
you to impossible heights; it simply means that I am willing
and ready to worship you for all that you are.

On occasion I can be happy with my words.
Usually if I write something that makes me say, "that's good," 
I almost immediately remember One Train May Hide Another.
Then I'm back to the blank page, starting again.
The rare occasions when my vision is not snapped back
to empty spaces, when I am truly satisfied, it is because
I have used words to adorn my life with thoughts of you made tangible.
Meanings become ciceroni, showing art in the letters' dyslexic gallery.
So when I say you inspire me I am not calling you a simple muse who
ignites passions. I actually mean you grant the possibility of greatness
to that in my life which is otherwise unexceptional.

Love is why the thesaurus was invented. It is so many different
things to so many people that even context cannot hope to contain its chaos.
Because of this fact, it is apparent to me that love is everything:
corruption as well as beauty, madness as well as joy, 
pain as much as comfort, god as well as godlessness.
Love is the universe explained by a language other than mathematics, it is 
the meaning of life distilled from all philosophy. 
So when I speak of love, I am not confining myself to the
sweet-as-a-lollipop dream any more than I am the dark and frightening
specter of obsessive need. Both live within love, so I mean both 
and everything in between.

The soul is a child of love, so it makes sense that 
it is almost as hard to be clear when talking about it. 
Most people wonder if there is a reason for us to be here, and 
how our soul might figure into that reason. 
It is perhaps our worst instinct that we separate ourselves from one another 
so much that people cannot fathom the soul as part of something larger, 
a piece of everything rather than the whole of each of us.
Fragmenting the spirit, making it an identity instead of an origin
is an insult to life. So if I say "your soul" or "my soul" I do not mean to 
slight you by implying that you are separate from me, only that the portion 
which animates you has been shaped by different waters.

We toss around the word "forever" as if we actually had a shot
at understanding it. Luckily what humans lack in scope we make up for
in arrogance and self-delusion. What first comes to mind when I think of 
forever is the moment between the birth of a child and 
the first time it cries out to the world. But relativity plays too big a part 
in that scenario for it to really encapsulate forever.
I suppose the best solution would be for you to close your eyes and think
of what forever means to you, and then multiply it by however many
there are of everything, including molecules, wavelengths, and seconds 
and then realize that all this doesn't even get you to forever's first birthday.
Then you might catch my drift if I say forever.

Once the lexicon is set and agreed upon, the big meanings
sorted out so all the lawyers are happy, only then can we get 
down to our vows. And with all the t's crossed,
and all the i's dotted, hopefully I can speak and be understood
as clearly as any man who has ever spoken.
Because it is important
Because my words are my vow
Because I really want you to understand...
You are a Goddess
You are my inspiration, and
I will love you with all of my soul
forever


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