Sunday, February 17, 2008
I think that many times our rectangular frame through which we view the world is happiness. Someone said to me yesterday, "Isn't it better to always be happy?" or no, maybe it was a statement, "It is better to always be happy." I don't like this frame. Even in my quest for happiness I have a deep notion that there is much more to life--that the truest beauty is always found in the midst of the deepest sadness and despair. How can beauty and happiness ever be separated from the ugliness and pain that are assumed to be their opposites?
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Indeed; as a grad student I found myself disliking work I'd love, poetry by writers I admired so much, I thought for a time that I might allow my writing to be bifurcations from their work
but I ultimately rejected such direct bifurcating because of the framing of their work that I configured as lack of range of human emotion/expression; a denial/rejection of joy
despite joy's ability to exist as you say, as part of:
the truest beauty that is always found in the midst of the deepest sadness and despair.
Those links, that kaleidoscopic symmetry formed when something is extended in any of the many forms extension can take --that is a large part of the wow (for me).
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