I feel a love in my heart that, at its strongest and its most solid, doesn’t have any specific object to which it’s attached. I can express my love for my wife, but I can also express a very similar love, if not the same love, for you, who I have barely met, and say I feel a connection to you and feel a love for you, in some way, which is great, because right now my wife is 500 miles away from here. She’s visiting her family in Idaho and I’m in Philadelphia, and it’d be a real bummer if all my love were wrapped up in her, all my sense of being completed with a relationship was tied to being physically with her.
But when I have this sense of what Rumi calls a love with no object, then it just sits peacefully inside my heart, and then whatever I come in contact with – whether that’s another human being, if it’s a squirrel, if it’s my wife, my God, if it’s the leaves on the tree that I’m touching right now – it just feels peaceful and stable and kind of indestructible.
After unsuccessfully attempting (yet again) to navigate the deluge of online options for learning code, I decided that I may not be starting in the right place. Realizing this, I started to make some qualifying assessments.
The more tongue-tied Mrs Palin seemed, the more intently her supporters backed her. The more the media mocked her, the more her fan base exulted. Mr Trump has elevated that approach into an art form. In an age when knowledge is a mark of elitism, ignorance is power. It is also great marketing.
It seems like my life is constantly in a state of stressful flux. I like to say that my coping mechanisms can’t keep up with the new situations in my life, and I have a lot of coping mechanisms.
Ever feel a sense of cultural déjà vu with all the panic around new technologies? The BBC does a great job of breaking down all the times our new developments have given us a sense of dread at the preponderance of our race. Fear not, dear reader, with the first panic in 400 B.C., we have a long history of reconciling our fears with our technological ambitions.
After Bell’s telephone patent, people feared that eve spirits could travel down the wire. Lightning can. But evil spirits can’t.
I find that one complaint always seems to wash up to my shore, like scraps of a boat once sank and churned toward through angry storms.
“You think too much.”
During a gchat conversation with my lovely boyfriend, I stumbled upon this point. I wanted to share it because I think it’s quite nice.
Freedom has come to mean choice. It has less to do with the human spirit than with different brands of deodorant. -Arundhati Roy, Field Notes on Democracy
I‘ve apparently been behind the curve lately. The Amazon Dash button was released, and I just found out about it last week. Everyone I spoke to had heard about it, so I have no idea how it had passed me by.
That cell phones can arrest the spread of stories that have stood for millennia is rather galling, and for geomythologists it could mean the irretrievable loss of vital information.