Melanie and her idea, James, visited this weekend. (James, it turns out, is not particularly deserving of this epithet, because [we determined:] we are all merely hallucinations of hers. "I", the writer of this post, don't exist. Rather, the text will present itself to her anonymously. She may, if I'm lucky, infer authorial intent in it, thereby giving "me" a shadowy semi-existence. If "you" are reading this and you don't know Melanie, that bodes well for you: it entails that you will one day meet her and that this "experience" of "yours" will inform your conversation with her. However, you may be disappointed to hear that your "reading this" is not real. It is only ectoplasmic scaffolding to the pre-established harmony between your memories at the moment of Melanie's realization of you, and her expectations.)
James, with characteristic graciousness, mentioned the lack of "solution to everything" posts here lately in a way that sounded like he missed them. I told him (without being explicitly prompted to) that I would deliver. I am so grateful to my friends who have learned that I depend on them for their goading.
Aww snap! No sooner do I prepare to go into depth about the latest Solution than I get distracted by correspondence!
Here is the truth of the matter: I have the Theory on the tip of my tongue all the time, and I have been trying to find a way to articulate it coherently for months. But I keep getting distracted by the people around me who, truth be told, are wonderful. The difference now, maybe, is that I have learned to acknowledge my limits and know better when to sleep on it.
I will try again later this week.