Tonight was a great night, thanks to my friends who helped get me out of my funk and out in public to laugh for a while. Bohemian Hall was the place (the adjacent beer garden), kielbasa sausage was the food, deer hunter (or some shit like that) was the game, and all my girls together completed the perfect evening. It would have been nice if Tyler was there, but he had to work late. I would love for him to meet all of my friends. I guess when the season's over...
I started reading a wonderful book today and I can't seem to get one of the lines out of my head. I think it's so beautiful and poignant:
"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia"
In one little sentence it captured for me why we might continue to make the same mistakes. When thinking about the past, we tend to forget the pain, the heavy weight. Those kinds of memories become only words or ideas, something that couldn't possibly recur eternally. If it was in the past and if it happened again, it couldn't be the same. Now I don't want to get all Nietzsche on your asses, but I think situations do recur infinitely, we just don't recognize them because they are cleverly disguised behind masks or facades. What then will keep us from perpetuating a cycle? How will we know when something has recurred in our lives? Will we be able to recognize it, or will we be blinded by the luminous brilliance of it's witty ruse of something new, something different.
I believe, in the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia...even a guillotine.
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