And Time Alone Stands Still for Some

[sladethefireman]

So I have stayed up for most of the night the past two nights. . .rolling around in bed thinking about things. . .because that's what slades do. There is something about this place. . .I keep saying that. . .and I mean it. . .I've had trouble pinning it down and I still don't think I have it all together, but I came up with something. I mean this

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[anonymous]

What is it exactly that makes something beautiful? It does indeed seem strange that beauty is definable only to those who see the flaws therein. Is beauty an acceptance of the flaws that we see within ourselves? That would seem a bit vain, but aren't all emotions stimuli for self preservation? And isn't that what makes it all so beautiful anyway? Just observe, I say. Soak it up and love it that much more. It's only illusive because you don't understand it, and the great workings of the mind are all just a matter of perception. It's a crazy, fucked up world. You're in a beautiful place now. You shouldn't miss home, or Antarctica when you leave. You should be where you are when you are. The people that love you love you and that's all there is. Be happy, be safe. Be true. You made an impression. Could it be that the mystery in an impression is the uncertainty of the outcome? People aren't perfect, as you said, and you learn to love the flaws-- either because they are there, or because perfection can not be procreated by jealousy. At any rate, I think you have to realize that nothing matters before you can enable yourself to let anything matter. You've got your shit together, man. Have fun with life. Thanks for the perfect evening.

-Hannah

[sladethefireman]

I don't think anyone can love anything that is perfect. . .I am of the personal opinion that the only discernable feeling that can eke out of an encounter with perfection. . .is awe. It is hard to go back to it. . .would you even want to go back to it. . .I don't know.

You are right in saying that it is all based on various perceptions of applicable parties. By that token it doesn't matter what makes something beautiful. . .it just matters that it is. My comments. . .therefore only relate to what I see and know to be beautiful to me. We can debate where that comes from, but I think that is out of focus to the big picture.

I won't miss Antarctica because I think it is in principle just an impossiblity. But when I speak of a place. . .I think I am adding in all of the necessary elements that make that place what it is. So Antarctica is a lonely, beautiful continent full of strangers. . .Jonesboro is a smallish city in a flat dull area of the south full of several people that I love and adore. I suppose, essentially. . .all I'm saying is that I miss people more than places. But I miss Blowing Rock, NC. . .and I attach myself to no person that currently resides there. . .I don't think I will be able to view Antarctica in the same way even though its beauty and my amazement with it certainly trump that of the Western Carolinas. Do I love Blowing Rock more than McMurdo simply because it is more accessible, because I can reach it, I can understand it, I can stand in it and not be in awe? Do I love it more simply because it requires less effort to love? Do I love it more because I can define myself as an equal in its presence? Interesting thoughts. . .but I don't think it is that easy. . .I think it is more about what you can personally attach yourself to. . .where your emotions can go. . .and certainly to an extent from where they can be returned

[sladethefireman]

Oh and did you get my letter? Just curious. . .some things that were said make it sound sort of like you didn't get it. If not. . .then I really need to talk to you.

[anonymous]

Slade,

Cool.

-Hannah

Just kidding, man! Actually, no, I did not get your letter...

[sladethefireman]

Dude. . .that's not cool. . .I sent it so long ago. . .

It was a damn good letter too. . .I don't know if I can replicate it. . .but I will try. . .maybe in person if you would be up for that?