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Space Age Love Song

Philosopher Friedrich Nietzche said truth is a lie agreed upon. Can something similar be said about love? The poets say love is suicide, and lovers are joined in a pact of tragic suicidal death. A darkly romantic, but ultimately useless notion.

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Love isn’t a lie. I believe in romance, and I believe in love at first sight: a chemical reaction triggered by the right person at the right time.

So what is love, but unrealistic hope? Hope, like looking for a single shining pearl in an inky black sea of hopelessness.

Love is hope in a random, reckless world. It is armor against the futility we feel in the face of that senselessness.

Love is our atmosphere against the relentless assault, the constant radioactive bombardment of a chaotic universe.

Love is laying on a bluff of tall grass together, watching clouds drift over on a summer day, while 60 miles and five layers of atmosphere above, the universe blasts away with solar flares, ancient cold, and endless silence.

When love comes, it strikes like a bell deep in your guts. It changes everything. It may not be enough to defeat all your tragedies and villains, but it gives you strength in your legs to rise up off your bloodied knees, wind in your lungs to roar against your foes, and rage in your arms to bring your sword down on them again.

Have you been in love? You’ll know when it happens. Your vision tunnels, then focuses to a pinpoint as your eyes catch across the city street. The clattering noise of the crowd dopplers then mutes. (Because isn’t love a narrowing of perception? An awareness of everyone around you folded and refolded down until there is just two?)

And there it is. Love. Hope.

The world still won’t make sense. But it doesn’t have to when your combined light can shine back against the darkness, together.

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Pick Up Your Socks

Let’s talk about resolutions and self-improvement. Some will tell you they don’t believe in New Year’s Resolutions, they aren’t good for you. Ok, but why?

One idea is you are setting yourself up for failure. That’s depressing. Why try? You’ll only fail.

Another opinion is you shouldn’t reserve self-betterment for only one time of the year. Self-improvement should be an on-going thing, all year long. Fair enough. But that sounds kind of exhausting.

I say go for it, pick a resolution. But don’t go big. Look for something small.

Really small. Micro.

As I get older I find happiness in the in-between moments, in the goofy imperfections of life. It’s these insignificant, almost invisible things that add up.

Instead of sweeping proclamations of diet, exercise, going back to college and so on, look inward for the things you didn’t even realize were bothering you, or that one thing you wish you did.

Once you do that, you’ll be able to fInd a good habit to start, or a bad habit to break.

Most of the habits we need to break involve procrastination. Sound familiar? Stop letting the garbage grow into a sentient monster, take that thing out. Don’t put off getting that hair cut. You know you aren’t happy when you’re fuzzy. Make your bed in the morning. It makes your whole room look nicer, doesn’t it?

Maybe there’s a tradition you’ve always wanted to start, like putting a note in your kid’s lunch. Or what about buying your wife a bouquet of flowers once a week?

Whatever it is, keep it silly, make it sweet. The small, unexpected places are where we find happiness.

Me? I’m going to pick up my socks.

Here I Go

Time to start writing. Nothing special. Call it an expression of love for language and communicating. I want to share ideas and stories. A few pictures maybe. But mostly having fun with our friend the written word.

Here you will find some of my personal experiences and opinions. Some babbling about books, music, philosophy, and religion will probably happen.

Politics: no. Politics is like the professional wrestling of debate. Everyone knows it’s rigged. Debating politics is an excuse to fight with someone you already know don’t like, and it’s all clucking and auto-nodding when discussed among the like-minded.

Sometimes I will occasionally write an entire entry on a single word.

I’m going to keep it light and funny for the most part, because who has time for gloom? You can find that other places.

Here I go.