Ain't that the truth! Where else can you find the first people getting evicted from Dad's villa for eating a ripe, sweet apple from the Tree of Knowledge?
(Technically, it was knowledge of good and evil. Even so, I would consider it the right of the children of the Almighty to learn anything about everything. But as the kid of a serious tight-a$$ engineer, I can sort of get it.)
And I do agree, the event or condition of self-actualization (the closest Western equivalent, i would suggest, is epiphany), in order to be worth a good g^^^amn, would defy any attempt at description. I reach for Stravinsky when I want to remember the faintest shadows of my epiphanic moments, the ones beyond even goosebumps.
It's a glorious sunny Sunday here in the steppes of Rednekistan. I am going to take Puberty Princess for lunch and perhaps a walk by the lake. I hope we can get the good ol' DAR idea-chewing circle together, like an old-timey quilting bee, and exploit the extraordinary courtesy and attention-to-the-other that makes this place my immaterial home away from home, and talk about the good stuff. I'll mix the Margaritas~ |
