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On the ninth I flew into Boston from Heathrow with 90kg of luggage and no return flight. An overdue reckoning of the fall's events led me to close this chapter. I'm sad to have left but aware London did not crumble as I parted. There will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes...
...And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
'Not now' isn't 'never'. An upshot of living in an ancient kingdom to study Gothic cathedral architecture was an expanded sense of time (I think beyond what aging could explain). This mindset lends itself to the conception of each self as one data point. Data points are nice because the more there are, the better sense you can make of their affinities and correlations. One point is self-contained, but two can make a line, and the possibilities multiply with more to render humankind as a self-perpetuating narrative. I like existing as one point amongst many because then I feel part of the cosmic order/'No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee'. Each point is a big deal unto itself and to others around it for we give each other meaning.
Non sequitur: some good books I've recently read are Art as Experience (Dewey), The Rape of Europa. The Fate of Europe's Treasures in the Third Reich and the Second World War (Nicholas), and The Pillars of the Earth (Follett). I disagree with Follett on some aspects of the formation of Gothic architecture in France and England, notably Abbot Suger's role in the process, but nevertheless I lost two night's sleep to finish the book..
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes...
...And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.
'Not now' isn't 'never'. An upshot of living in an ancient kingdom to study Gothic cathedral architecture was an expanded sense of time (I think beyond what aging could explain). This mindset lends itself to the conception of each self as one data point. Data points are nice because the more there are, the better sense you can make of their affinities and correlations. One point is self-contained, but two can make a line, and the possibilities multiply with more to render humankind as a self-perpetuating narrative. I like existing as one point amongst many because then I feel part of the cosmic order/'No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee'. Each point is a big deal unto itself and to others around it for we give each other meaning.
Non sequitur: some good books I've recently read are Art as Experience (Dewey), The Rape of Europa. The Fate of Europe's Treasures in the Third Reich and the Second World War (Nicholas), and The Pillars of the Earth (Follett). I disagree with Follett on some aspects of the formation of Gothic architecture in France and England, notably Abbot Suger's role in the process, but nevertheless I lost two night's sleep to finish the book..