veinteuno: like the baby rum.
It is curious, to some extent, to see reactions to something which quite firmly belongs in... superstition, fairy stories. Some of us will believe quite easily, some will react angrily, and some will not quite believe it, but find pleasure in the reminder of childhood - to believe without skepticism or logic impeding.
I imagine many of you will say the logic is preferable - I would not disagree, but that does not mean there is nothing to be said for the occasional glimmer of faith, of belief in something which doesn't have to make sense.
And perhaps even existing here requires more suspension of disbelief by the second. Which leaves those of us used to cold, hard logic in an interesting place. But not one as uncomfortable as first thought.
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[Private to Una]
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I imagine many of you will say the logic is preferable - I would not disagree, but that does not mean there is nothing to be said for the occasional glimmer of faith, of belief in something which doesn't have to make sense.
And perhaps even existing here requires more suspension of disbelief by the second. Which leaves those of us used to cold, hard logic in an interesting place. But not one as uncomfortable as first thought.
[Private to Jane]
[Actually, no, bad idea. Nothing sent.]
[Private to Una]
Can I ask you something?