I found a butterfly a couple of days ago. The first of the season. She sat on the driveway behind my car. I was worried that she might have been injured and I wanted to help her, to pick her gently up and put her on a bush where she might find better protection and food. But I didn’t. I left her alone and in a few minutes, she flew away.
Fandango’s following up the paradox of life and death with another head scratcher in Fandango’s Provocative Question # 17 …. hmmmm.
“How do you know which of your memories are genuine and which have been altered over time or even made up?”
In two words, “I don’t.” I have memories as far back as two years old, which I’m fairly certain aren’t “real” memories but rather ones my mind has created over the years from photographs. There have been many, many “memories” that, when I’ve shared with family who were also present, bring about furrowed brows, glazed eyes and a general “huh?” “whatcha talkin ’bout Sis?” reaction. And, no, it doesn’t bother me. Continue reading “Is it Memory …. or Not? FPQ # 17”→
The world lost a warrior this week. A brave young man who fought the good fight his entire life. Blake was 14 years old. I have no words for his family to help ease the burden of this tragic loss. Blake bravely battled leukemia for most of his life, he was a warrior in every sense of the word. I don’t know why life works this way, I only know that sometimes bad things happen to good people.Continue reading “The Terrible Privilege of Life”→
Fandango asks another great mind puzzler this week FPQ # 14
“Do you believe that anyone can really experience anything objectively? Why or why not?”
No. Why? Because we are human. As living, thinking, sentient beings, we are the product of our experiences and perceptions. Have you ever played the gossip game? The one where you all line up and the first person reads a whispered message to the next person, and so on down the line. By the time the same message is repeated by a dozen of so people, the message will have changed significantly.
Hello, my name is JP and I’m a serial of Tsundokuist. What the heck is that? Glad you asked. From our good friends at Wikipedia:
Tsundoku (Japanese: 積ん読) is acquiring reading materials but letting them pile up in one’s home without reading them.
I read a quote somewhere, sometime ago that one of the greatest treasures of life if a pile of unread books. Oh I agree! When I was a child, I read constantly and adored it. From my mid-teens until my mid thirties, I read mostly “study” stuff. Self help, self improvement, philosophy, religion, with the occasional smut um er, I mean romance novel thrown in for good measure. I enjoyed reading for knowledge but I had forgotten the pure delight of reading just for the fun of it.Continue reading “Confessions of a serial Tsundokuist”→
“How do you feel about people who always seem to exaggerate when relating a story? Do you equate embellishment with lying? As a blogger, when, if ever, is stretching the truth, other than when writing fiction, permissible?”
Hmmmm, well, to quote Geoff Chaucer (as played by Paul Bettany in A Knights Tale) “I’m a writer, it’s what I do, I give the truth scope.” I think to one degree or another most people “exaggerate” when relating a story. How much of that is intentional and how much is relevant to their particular memory, I would not presume to say. It’s all about the story. To me it will always be about the story. “Exaggerations” that do not alter the intent of a story don’t bother me. They don’t change the basic truth. Continue reading “Fandango’s Provocative Question # 12”→