June 29, 2012 § 10 Comments
Vimal, at his best! 🙂
June 24, 2012 § 34 Comments
The dream of completion-through-love is impossible. We are too broken
as a species to ever entirely mend through simple union. Sexual union
can make a person feel completed and sated for a while, but
eventually, one way or another, we will all be left alone with
ourselves in the end. So the loneliness continues, which causes us to
mate with the wrong people over and over again, seeking perfected
union. We may even believe at times that we have found our other half,
but its most likely that all we’ve found is somebody else who is
searching for his other half- somebody who is equally desperate to
believe that he has found that completion in us.
This is how infatuation begins.
Elizabeth Gilbert, from the book Committed.
June 23, 2012 § 25 Comments
Once upon a time, Aristophanes relates, there were gods in the heavens
and humans down on earth. But we humans did not look the way we looked today.
Instead we each had two heads and four legs and four arms- a
perfect melding, in other words, of two people joined together,
seamlessly united into one being. We came in three different possible
gender or sexual variations: male/female meldings, male/male meldings,
and female/female meldings, depending on what suited each creature the
best. Since we each had the perfect partner sewn into the very fabric
of our being, we were all happy. Thus, all of us double-headed,
eight-limbed, perfectly contented creatures moved across the earth
much the same wat that the planets travel through the heavens-
dreamily, orderly, smoothly. We lacked for nothing; we had no unmet
needs; we wanted nobody. There was no strife and no chaos. We were
But in our wholeness, we became overly proud. In our pride, we
neglected to worship the gods. The mighty Zeus punished us for our
neglect by cutting all the double-headed, eight-limbed, perfectly
contented humans in half, thereby creating a world of cruelly severed
one-headed, two-armed, two-legged miserable creatures. In this moment
of mass amputation, Zeus inflicted on mankind that most painful of
human conditions: the dull and constant sense that we are not quite
whole. For the rest of time, humans would be born sensing that there
was some missing part- a lost half, which we love almost more than we
love ourselves- and that this missing part was out there someplace,
spinning through the universe in the form of another person. We would
also be born believing that if only we searched relentlessly enough,
we might someday find that vanished half, that other soul. Through
union with the other, we would recomplete our original form, never to
experience loneliness again.
This is the singular fantasy of human intimacy: that one plus one will
somehow, someday, equal one.
Plato, The Symposium.
June 18, 2012 § 13 Comments
And that, is precisely what i call love. 🙂
Twisted through mistakes
long since forgotten…
Nothing will straighten
out these crooked branches…
growing down the pathways
of made decisions…
But, despite their unusual symmetry,
there is a true beauty
to this tree…
that has grown where it wanted…
and how it wanted..
to the point that anyone
looking its way
does not see its past…
but only what
David L. Whitman 06/17/2012 from the boughs of a twisted tree
June 12, 2012 § 47 Comments
this post is dedicated to a friend. it is his birthday today, and we’re not talking anymore. this poem was written for him, well in advance. and i had plans. but.
anyway. happy birthday sailor boy! i am not sure if you’d even read this, but i hope you have a great life ahead. and that things work out for you the way you want em to!
He sailed westwards
with the chilly breeze
carving his name
across her skies
so she does not forget.
As he touched new lands
she wondered to herself
had she met anyone
so much alike her?
P.S. all of you could wish him too. thats his name, sailor boy! 🙂