love is all you need
In the past three weeks, give or take, I've found myself confronted by the concept of love.
Not some banal romantic comedy, nor sixteen year old girls cutting themselves to write poetry in their blood. Love at its most elemental.
Some may disagree with the hyperbole of the previous sentence, but so it goes.
It began when I finally broke down and read Greg Karber's love stories: three #zen tales. A little while after, I read them to my wife so she would know about the tortoise and Mrs. tortoise. I wept at the end both times. Weeping because of a book has only happened one time before in Earth Abides with the passage about two old men on a hill. Maybe it was the ending. Perhaps it's my lack of empathy for humans, but seeing human emotions embodied in these tortoises touched something protected deep inside me.
I forget how I stumbled upon Matt Haig's The Humans. I'm still reading it since I like to spend my day reading the internet, rather than settling down with a book.
Hell I have two issues of Asimov's waiting to be read, I haven't acquired the latest Year's Best Science Fiction, and I don't know if Hartwell's still doing his yearly SF anthology. While there is overlap, I do enjoy Hartwell's choices.
Anyway.
The Humans is about love and learning to love.
Just today, Open Culture shared a link to BBC4's philosophy animations regarding love. Only 4 out of 6 are available for some unfathomably British reason. In this case, I'll blame David Cameron.
Today I've begun reading Eric Wargo's piece on The Vicinity of the Real. It tangents enjoyment, desire, and many other aspects of love which aren't love, using Tarkovsky's Stalker.
I'm not looking to read about love, but it's just coming up. Whether it's unconscious, I'm noticing people are more enamored with love than conflict, or various hints from our associative universe, eludes me.
Just need to remember there's value in not knowing everything.
Not some banal romantic comedy, nor sixteen year old girls cutting themselves to write poetry in their blood. Love at its most elemental.
Some may disagree with the hyperbole of the previous sentence, but so it goes.
It began when I finally broke down and read Greg Karber's love stories: three #zen tales. A little while after, I read them to my wife so she would know about the tortoise and Mrs. tortoise. I wept at the end both times. Weeping because of a book has only happened one time before in Earth Abides with the passage about two old men on a hill. Maybe it was the ending. Perhaps it's my lack of empathy for humans, but seeing human emotions embodied in these tortoises touched something protected deep inside me.
I forget how I stumbled upon Matt Haig's The Humans. I'm still reading it since I like to spend my day reading the internet, rather than settling down with a book.
Hell I have two issues of Asimov's waiting to be read, I haven't acquired the latest Year's Best Science Fiction, and I don't know if Hartwell's still doing his yearly SF anthology. While there is overlap, I do enjoy Hartwell's choices.
Anyway.
The Humans is about love and learning to love.
Just today, Open Culture shared a link to BBC4's philosophy animations regarding love. Only 4 out of 6 are available for some unfathomably British reason. In this case, I'll blame David Cameron.
Today I've begun reading Eric Wargo's piece on The Vicinity of the Real. It tangents enjoyment, desire, and many other aspects of love which aren't love, using Tarkovsky's Stalker.
I'm not looking to read about love, but it's just coming up. Whether it's unconscious, I'm noticing people are more enamored with love than conflict, or various hints from our associative universe, eludes me.
Just need to remember there's value in not knowing everything.