Jul 07, 2005 18:40
"Always / I love your ways."
--Starflyer 59, 2nd Space Song.
Dear Sean,
I have managed to survive for a month without feeling the urge to write electronic letters to a dead man. I think this is a good and healthy development, perhaps indicative of dwindling hypergraphic tendencies. Ah, that may be too wide a leap, for I do still have the overwhelming desire to write and document. And obviously, I am writing you now.
There are new songs, of course -- new developments and strange happenings. These things are to be expected and ultimately, or at least I believe, they are not that interesting. In my silence, I have been a man. I was happy and sad, cowardly and brave, and other such juxtapositions. I laugh about things I did even half a year ago and wonder who I was. Philosophically, I have become closely aligned with the absurdists. I think that is a natural progression for me and that anyone who has known me for some time would not find this surprising. I do not feel that existentialism, be it the secular or Christian type, fits within the framework of my observations and experiences, and those are the things that shape thought. I would say that what separates the two philosophies is the gravity of the thinker. As an absurdist, at least I have a reason to smile other than choosing to smile :).
Speaking of absurd, you'd never believe who is moving down here.
I'm going to play my guitar. I hope all is well on the other side.
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Love,
B.