Friday, May 14, 2010

The City Rises And Falls






















You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

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Anonymous said...

Correction:

I left out the word "insight".

. .. relates to Anais Nin's INSIGHT into ...

Miss Philosophy said...
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Anonymous said...

Dear Anonymous Pirate Guy,

Be nice. Who cares if I'm ball-less? :)

You've good with words, you're witty, and - until you became infected with the Zombie virus - you seemed like a nice guy. Miss Philosophy was engaging and flirting with you. You're chasing her away.

There's nothing to prove. Chill.

Mystery Balls

Anonymous said...

jeaolusy? so you think is that? you really are OUT. you don't even know why I'm like this! do you? do you think I envy anyone around you? no, I didnt give a shit for you for long time you know that right? so why should I go now and show myself up? you just don't know nothing .... I pity you. You shouldn't make me feel alone.

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Miss Philosophy said...

Good, then that means it's working. I'm not trying to ruin anyone's day here. There is no need for jealousy. I know what I want and I'm going after it and you can trust me when I say that I AM more than enough. And that my friends is a public display of having BIG BALLS!

I know there is a legion of you. I am by no means a dummy. Quite intelligent actually. Thanks for the compliment. I'm glad you like my posts. No worries though your secret is safe with me. I love ALL of your work here. And let me add that you all make one hell of a team...such an intelligent idea to make me look like ass by using the screen name I have already began using and pawn it off like those last few posts were my words. I like your methodology. It's very inquisitive.

Anonymous said...

I won't explain you either... I don't want to be connected to you, what you suffer it's your thing. Go as far from me as-possible. I don't need your karma, thoughts or feeling within me, you don't know the things that I feel, YOU DON'T KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!. A woman like me wouldn't be with a man like you :)

Anonymous said...

I don't know no one in here. This is me, only me

Anonymous said...

loooook, Iain is around cutting cutting ...... we'll have to leave leave

Miss Philosophy said...

I'm "OUT" from what? I never knew I was "IN" anything. Enlighten me oh great one. Or shall I say...great "ONES"...

Anonymous said...

I don't even think they can impersonate the things that I say and how I write them... my english is not that good.

Anonymous said...

this is just me

Anonymous said...

you are OUT from my heart, and YES you were IN, not anymore.

Miss Philosophy said...

Oo, umm, well I think you're making a huge mistake because I'm one of a kind and that doesn't come around very often. If this is Mr.Ineedtoknowyouhaveballsack ... I don't need to be in your heart. You should never talk to classy ladies that way. Just out of curiosity what did I do? Are you just pissed because you know I'm everything you ever wanted, but never had?

Anonymous said...

Miss Philosophy,

It appears to me that there is one poster (the one who entered into the "pirate" fantasy with you, I assume), who is unhappy. That's just a guess, since I too have trouble distinguishing among Anonymii. For example, I don't know if there are two of you, or one, or whether you're even the author of "deep deep blue blue" and the reference to Anais Nin, or if those are the words of yet another poster.

If I happen to be the one to whom you were referring in regard to protecting secrets, you may feel free to sell my secrets to the National Inquirer, if you like. :)

I think anonymity adds an interesting leavening of egalitarianism to a blog. However, I have no particular objection to identifying myself - what's the point? (other than to distinguish among posters, of course)

I've tried to be polite, respectful and appreciative to all posters, including the one and only post I addressed to Pirate Guy.

Resistance is futile. The Blog is assimilating us all.

Anonymous said...

If I never tested you, you can NEVER be that what I ever wanted. So you are not. Besides I never noticed you at all :( I obey, I always obey, that is the only reason I looked at you. But you... do you even follow something...? you think you are the top, we are nothing! you cannot see you are a small thing in the universe! and for me... you are tiny too.

Anonymous said...

keep convicing yourself that you are irresistible to me.... the higher the biggest the falling, and I'll be there like the curious kitty observing you .... "Woow"

Anonymous said...

how hard is for you to let me go? ooohhhhh you aren't sad aren't you? :'( she doesn't love you no more, it happens to the top people (in your world of course) too..... sniff... tell me WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO? WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?

Anonymous said...

go to sleep! and let me go! I'll go one way or another. Don't count with me. Nothing here for you anymore.

Anonymous said...

What I want is pure love and very very good sex that is all, the rest is secundary and natural, I don't put labels to my love as people like you do. This size, this behaviour, and this and that..... I pity you.....You don't know me.

Miss Philosophy said...

I know you have never tested me..that's the point I was trying to make to you. I never said I was on top. I know I'm not and unlike most people in this world I'm different because I am aware that I am no better than anyone else.

Of course I'm tiny. I'm electricity and soul and a ball of atoms just like you and members your "legion" and everyone else in this universe. I don't want to sell anything to the national inquire. You don't know me or what I want. You're not understanding me.

I know this blog speaks to everyone in many different ways. What I don't understand is out of all the people that comment on this blog you all are ganging up on me. It's just a shame that you are because I'm actually a really nice person that would give my shirt off my back for anyone one of you even tho I don't know you. But it doesn't matter. I believe in karma and I live my life treating people the way I want to be treated and sometimes it works out and other times it doesn't, but I don't pick and choose who I'm going to treat what way. And for your information it is only me here, I don't need a group of people to follow me. I also wrote deep deep blue blue. I write a lot actually.

Anonymous said...

Great, if I didn't have enough now I also think that you are stupid. Good. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

Well, when you stop, I'll stop.

Miss Philosophy said...

I think you're blind

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, not all the time as others, I even look at the mirror sometimes and I don't think I'm irresistible in any way. I was made like this, that is it, I didn't choose most of it.

Anonymous said...

if you knew something about energy, you wouldn't discuss with me, but you don't, you threw it all away as if you had so much. That is not very smart.

Anonymous said...

Don't worry, I'll take it with me.

Miss Philosophy said...

You can't choose the way you look on the outside. You can make minor adjustments if you'd like to, like losing weight, gaining weight, changing your hairstyle or color or your clothes, but all in all isn't defining your personal identity more imperative than the outside layer that can be so easily peeled away over time. You've got to be true to the inner. The outer isn't what's important. The outer doesn't define who you are. Odds are if you are looking in the mirror and don't like what you see it has everything to do with how you see yourself on the inside and if you want to make changes to the outside the only way to begin is to work backwards, inside then out, ya'know?

Miss Philosophy said...

I am full of energy. I use it to do good things not only to make my life more fulfilling but also to help others realize how powerful their energy is too. But energy is only powerful when used for the right reasons. Any use of negative energy 9 times out of 10 equals failure.

Anonymous said...

jeaolusy? the real one is the one you feel when the other person is with no one, and even like that you feel jeaolus THAT is jeaolusy, and THAT is not my problem, is yours. You are gonna star feeling a lot of things.... we are scared of what we do not know, aren't we? well......

Miss Philosophy said...

failure for all parties involved.

Anonymous said...

If you think so..... :/

Miss Philosophy said...

I'm not afraid of what I don't know. Did you know how to run before you could walk?

Anonymous said...

I NEVER noticed you before .... NE-VER

Anonymous said...

NEEEEEEEEEEEEE-VEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER, I used to pass the page like puf! not interesting ...

Anonymous said...

Miss Philosophy wrote:

What I don't understand is out of all the people that comment on this blog you all are ganging up on me.

I'm finished posting today, Miss Philosophy, but before leaving I wanted to reassure you, again, that I at least am no part of any effort to "gang up" on you. You perceive multiple attackers when there is only one.

The now joyful, now bitter exchange you are having with Pirate Guy is an odd and inadvertent variation on the original theme of this thread. Synchronicity?

Perhaps tomorrow memories of these posts will fade out of grasp, providing a realtime and truly Dalian illustration of the persistance of memory.

Good night, all.

Miss Philosophy said...

You didn't notice me before because I'm new to this blog. I'm not looking to be accepted or for you to like anything I have to say quite frankly. I am comfortable with who I am and I accept myself. In the end it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks about you. People can say what ever they want it won't bother me. Searching for acceptance is like a slow, painful death of the inside.

Anonymous said...

I know to who I'm sending my messages, that won't change.

Anonymous said...

Look, you know what, I'm going to sleep this is nonsense. So please stop it now. I changed my mind about you and just wanted to let you know. So please, say goodbye.

Miss Philosophy said...

How do I know there is just one person ganging up on me? Just like you didn't know if there weren't a few of me or even if I wasn't the one the wrote deep deep blue blue? It's cool, all of you can gang up on me for all I care. Bring it on.

Miss Philosophy said...

Do you know the person you are sending your messages to?

Anonymous said...

go to sleep, this is me, like you didn't do some..... you will always have the doubt, I tell you I don't care about you. Please stop.

Anonymous said...

Not personally, this is a crazy world, and I'm a crazy girl it looks ....., so not I don't but that is secundary for me too, what my heart says, I do :) no matter what.

Miss Philosophy said...

You never told me how you felt to begin with so it's irrelevant. Why does it matter if I say goodbye or not?

Anonymous said...

BYE!

Miss Philosophy said...

I wasn't ganging up on anyone. I was simply defending being called a pussy because I wouldn't provide a name. But none of you are either so how is it just me being a pussy? Go back and read the posts I stood up for the author, the readers and myself. And I thought I did so in a pretty classy way too. But that's ok I don't really know who is who so I can't pin point one particular person. I do know a few things about this blog though. I enjoy it and excuse me if that makes me an outlaw just because I have been able to escalate some pretty interesting topics of conversation. Is that really so bad?

Miss Philosophy said...

Oh, I'll be back and you can bet on that. Sweetdreams, Muah!

Anonymous said...

what's with all of the comments on this post?

Miss Philosophy said...

Read them you'll see. Ridiculous, that's all I have to say about it.

Maria said...

ooooh 20 minutes and you already feel alone, is not bean there with you ? :'(

Anonymous said...

the world is gonna end without me.... buuuuf

Anonymous said...

this is not what it looks like.... actually I'm sleeping lol

Anonymous said...

My Anonymii, Gordian knot indeed :)

Same as you, I believe our conversation has been interrupted, but I think that's the price you pay when you post anonymously. I think there are 4 or 5 posters total.

Yes, Anais may have won a few duels with her Henry. But he also drove HER absolutely wild…wait a minute, I think I can relate :) Because only you, only you can make my head spin like this. And why must you have this ability? It is entirely unfair. To get me, the great navigator, lost in my own hometown, simply for the reason that YOU were sitting next to me in the car! Absolutely ridiculous. To render me completely useless because your lips were on my neck. To reduce this Virgo to an utterly giddy 12 year old girl because your few words give her hope. I must be mad to ever touch another Libra with a ten foot pole, but then again…love has some madness in it, doesn’t it? :)

One day perhaps I will finish that silent letter to you, and if you want, you may see it in its entirety.

To the creator of this blog: this is the best idea, hands down. One day I will have to find you & kiss you. Thank you, words are inadequate.

Anonymous said...

Strike that - like 1000s of posters, lol, not just 4 or 5

Anonymous said...

We believe you
who else
dares seduce
a sacrificial goat?

- your anonymii

Anonymous said...

only a femme fatale :)

Anonymous said...

femmes fatales
devour their mates
even in fantasy

Anonymous said...

Perhaps, but in the FF's defense -

1) YOU are beyond delicious, and

2) the rabbit is broken ;)

Anonymous said...

Run, Rabbit, Run!

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.

Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by
Without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!

Anonymous said...

I'm vegetarian now :)

Anonymous said...

I even take soy milk.

Anonymous said...

no one is following you.. I'll give you a carrot

Anonymous said...

FF,

Don't get me wrong.

Once hooked, we anomymii desire, more than anything, to make a pleasurable meal of ourselves. Imagination is an important ingredient. The spicier, the better.

Indigestion is a problem, though. Especially considering that allowing one's thoughts to linger over such a meal tends to makes one hungry.

Anonymous said...

are you hungry with me?

Anonymous said...

"angry" not "hungry" :)

Anonymous said...

We rabbits (aka anonymii) love to make vegetarians happy. We like eating, carrots. And, uh ... other stuff, too.

Anonymous said...

nuts?

Anonymous said...

nuts?

Anonymous said...

It appears that Mr. "come to my harms" may have joined the conversation. FF, you have a sea of anomymii throwing our waves at you, unable to resist your siren call.

Anonymous said...

I'm anomymii too :)

Anonymous said...

Nuts?

Nuts are an excellent choice for a FF. Eaten in moderation they reduce the risk of heart disease.

For a rabbit, though, nuts are too high in cholesterol. Fish is very, very desirable, but since rabbits are vegetarian, we use flax seed as a substitute. Sprinkled on, of course.

Anonymous said...

good

Anonymous said...

Always hungry for my Henry, you have no idea how I crave your...enthusiasm :)

FF

Miss Philosophy said...

Here comes Peter Cotton Tail hoping down the bunny trail! lalala

Anonymous said...

la la la

Anonymous said...

FF,

I'm hooked. Please write me into your diary.

In the meantime, unless you wish to support me (hey, Henry pulled it off!), I must, oooh sooo reluctantly, for the time being, leave you. au revoir.

ai (anonymii)

Anonymous said...

Will do my love

xx

FF

Henry said...

FF,

This is Henry. I could not sleep, so I decided to write you a letter.

My love for you is both pure and profane. Our bodies and souls are intertwined. Our love is transcendant in Heaven, but realized on Earth with urgent breath and hot sweat, and sometimes, in tears. We fill the expanses of our shared being with ever-renewing desire and unending fire which is impossible to quench -- even should we desire to do so.

My fingertips trace your neck, arms, lips . . . everywhere. I sculpt burning wheals of rising delight into your skin and flesh. I navigate, assiduously, every geographic mote of your terrain, no matter how remote or densely overgrown- your mountains, your valleys, the moist estuaries of your innermost harbors, fathoming you beyond your experience, but never losing my bearings.

Of course. . . . there are mundane considerations. This already outdated blog page requires circumspection as well as consideration of others who post outside the compass of our love. It has served as a very generous host in bringing us together, but is not intended to record the full story of our love, nor the free expression of our passion. In time, perhaps, we shall discover a cozy cyber cottage, somewhere, which suits us.

Your Henry

la.leche said...

This is great. Speaks volumes.

your Anais said...

Ditto :)

I'm not sleeping either.

There are no words. More than words. This heart. Always.


“…Alone.
Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet.
Far away the sea sounds and resounds.
This is a port.
Here I love you.”


Then Louveciennes or 32 rue blondel or wherever you want -

x

your Anais

Miss Philosophy said...

Henry,

You know most times I cannot sleep myself and lately I’ve been staying up all night because my brain is so happily inundated with thoughts of you “sculpting burning wheals of rising delight into me my skin and flesh.” (omg… hot!)

I couldn’t have said it better myself. Would have been close, but no cigar. Your words move me like a thousand kisses from lovers who have once stood where we stand, both past and present. You, not in physicality, are everywhere I go. The signs are many and BOLD! I cannot/will not escape. I don’t want to. I can’t make any promises you won’t lose your bearings. For good reasons. If they should get lost mine will be right there with them.

I understand and respect the need for this blog. Your words bring peace, hope, love and happiness to anyone who interprets them. I’m lost with my words and yours, but have never felt more enlightened. This blog has brought us together, but I know the story doesn’t end here. Our home is where we lay our heads.

Patiently waiting..

Anonymous said...

This, made me realize this.

You were a dream, a reality, a memory. And I have finally realized that nothing will ever come of this. That you will never fully care.

Anonymous said...

it was nice while it lasted.

Miss Philosophy said...

I know I shouldn't have used the phrase "close but no cigar" it's super cheesy!

Henry said...

Dearest Anais,

There are no words, but while we are apart, words must be our messengers.

You are ever the port in which I wish to lie, deeply anchored.

More, later.

Love,

Your Henry

Henry said...

Miss Philosophy,

Did not my heart already belong to another, I would plunge in to your philosophy, intrigued and aroused, immersed in those artistic, erotic and yes, philosophical letters you posted earlier at this blog. I recall, with admiration, the beautiful description of true love as "deep deep blue blue". Strange as it may seem (even to me), my love for Anais, although unexpected and sudden, is true. Very deep blue bluey.

Were I more like my eponymous forerunner, whose capacity for omnivorous dalliance was legendary, I would happily love you too. But I desire to love only one. Anais. Please do not be angry or offended. Your art is truly seductive. Were I still voyaging, at sea, I would, like Odysseus, follow you to your enchanted island. But I am no longer at sea. I am now anchored, at port, where fate has led me.

Anonymous said...

Henry Henry ;)

Anonymous said...

Yes, yes. I understand. Don't worry. Perhaps in another life. :)

Miss Philosophy said...

okie dokie smokie! :) Didn't mean to step on yo toes!

Anonymous said...

I keep things for myself now ..

Anonymous said...

later is now?

Miss Philosophy said...

Now-or-later?

Anonymous said...

now?

Miss Philosophy said...

How-now-brown-cow? ;)

Miss Philosophy said...

Muuuuuuuuuh! ]:/

Miss Philosophy said...

lalala

Miss Philosophy said...

I am your shadow!

Miss Philosophy said...

Ok, well in that case. It makes perfect sense.

Miss Philosophy said...

wussssssssahh!

Henry said...

(This is later . . . )

Dear Anais,

Ah, Anais, you have been in my thoughts today. I am unsure of what to say. I sense that although invited, my enthusiasm may have proved more ardent than expected.

The problem with fantasy, of course, is drawing a line. Every act of will, i.e., reality, begins as a dream (a fantasy). Where does fantasy end and reality start? I suspect there is no clean break, that the edges blend together and overlap. That's what makes it dangerous. At what point does playing a role become the role? On the other hand, if there is no authenticity, no attraction, no lust, no heartfelt interaction, if each of us cannot sense real emotion in the other, there would be no interest on either of our parts in pursuing the endeavor. At this point, where pursuing the fantasy may involve sharing email addresses, or real names, or pursing the fantasy sans the cloak of external personae, etc., both of us are beset with doubt and indecision, confusion as to identities and boundaries. What happens if the time comes when one's own real, live, pulsing beating heart finds itself snared in love? How do we each ensure that neither you, nor I, nor anyone else, will be hurt? Whose hearts shall give us direction? Anais? Henry? Femme Fatale? Anonymous? Yours? Mine?

Imagine my quandary, of suddenly having added a new persona, on the impulse of interacting with you. More accurately, of having embarked on a rather manic schizoid alternation between the two persona. Yes, it's fun. Interesting. Exciting. But risky. I have a kind of intuition, a sense of you, which impels me forward. This picture of you in my mind and heart, which of course has no physical image, has been woven by my unconscious by what you say and what you do not say, by how you interact, by the way you write. I'm not talking about merely the personae you have adopted . . . I'm feel something else: a sense of you to whom I feel a very strong connection, in a strange intuitive awareness that frankly, confuses the hell out of me. On the other hand, perhaps it's merely some kind of projection on my part. Perhaps this is all old hat for a femme fatale. But I'm confused by this. I admit it. I feel like a tourist stumbling into a New Age OBE convention where everyone except me can remember all their past life experiences.

The thoughts and emotions I express in Henry's name are of course, garbed in Henry's wardrobe but are not Henry's. They are my own, which I am allowing Henry to borrow. Although expressed with (some) exaggeration, and clearly premature, they are, nonetheless, honest.

To follow one's heart is not so easy, when the path is obscure and beset by doubt, indecision, second thoughts, and perhaps buyer's remorse. No doubt Anais has urgently set a question on your plate: "What are you getting us into?!" Be at ease. You may reassure her that you have gotten her, and you, into nothing that you cannot gracefully get both of you out of :) I think Anais would certainly understand, and urge you to follow your heart where it leads you. She was good at gracefully managing such difficulties, as I recall. My heart features a fully-featured 24x7 customer service department, which will cheerfully (perhaps not happily, but at least courteously) provide a full refund, taking my heart back with no questions asked, without quibble or complaint, on request. Would you like to make such a request?

I confess that this is the first time I have ever engaged in such an . . . . exercise . . . as this. Please forgive me if I have overstepped conventional boundaries, if there be such things. Adopting the persona of Henry in order to woo you, and reading about Henry and Anais in order to play my part in the fantasy, has been mind-expanding. Thank you, the real you, to whom I am attracted, even though you be 90 years old and have huge warts decorating your nose. I hope my unburdening has not proved vexing to you.

In the meantime, I feel naughty.


- Your devoted Henry

Miss Philosophy said...

No, that's OK, I don't feel like dealing with automated systems.

your Impassioned Dreamer said...

Ditto ditto ditto

Except for the pulling back part

I don't know how to say
and mean it more than I can

I love you
It has always
only
been you

I have wished for years.
I have tried so hard for years,
to let go, to forget.

This past Sunday, I went for a very long drive. Trying to untangle the knot on here. Trying to decipher if you were really posting on here,
if it was a figment of my imagination
Was I interrupting your conversation with someone else?
Could you really think about me, as much as I thought about you? And all that when I know how hard it is for you to keep your head above water :)
It is 4am
I can't sleep
I haven't been able to sleep since I realized you were writing to me
Since I realized that the long prayer I had with God on that long drive this past Sunday, where I told Him/Her
I need an answer, I need to know
I can't do this
I can't open up my heart, I can't lay it bare like I have so many times before
He could tear my heart out again
Leave a scar that will never heal over
I could bleed to death over you, you know
I needed my answer
Not because it's hard to be here, where I am in 3D
Not because it's going to be difficult to do what I must do next
But because 8 years is a really long time to wait, loving someone, and never knowing if they reciprocate, always thinking in the back of your head, the insecure girl that I am, that I could have been one of hundreds, that I could possibly never be his the way he has always been to me
I tried to forget
I tried to cover you up, I tried to bury you, I tried to rationalize you away, I tried to let go, I thought you would fade
and when you didn't, that is when I sent that letter

I love you more than I know what to do with myself

Wishes only carry you so far
"The wishbone never replaced the backbone."
Which is why I plan on writing less and DOing more
Because I choose you
My heart chose you so long ago
Life is an adventure, and I want more than anything, to embark out on this adventure with you
Anais is a caricature
I love her passion for living
But I am not her
I am, and always have been, your impassioned dreamer.
I choose, and have always chosen, the unopened rose.

I love you, so much. You have always had no idea :)

Call me tomorrow, at work, or I'm calling you :)

And just for the record, I didn't change my number so you couldn't call me. I changed my number so I couldn't call you. Because I knew if I didn't, I would call you & given the situation, I knew you'd be mad.

Always,
yours

x
s

Anonymous said...

Dear Henry,

"To follow one's heart is not so easy..." If you don't follow your heart then who's heart are you going to follow?

x

your Impassioned Dreamer said...

My Henry,

Tell me something only I know. Where did we meet? Or in my letter, how do I love you?

x

s

Henry said...

Dearest Anaise,

It is 5:44am in my neck of the woods as I write this.

You, and only you, are the one to whom I have been writing. You are truly an extraordinary woman.

But whoever it is you still love, after 8 long years, isn't me. I wish it were. That explains why I have not recognized cues in your posts, which were intended for the one you truly love. Your love is, indeed, deep deep blue blue. :) Whoever he is, he is a very very lucky lucky man to have your love.

I am struck at several odd disjunctions which appear to be present in this interaction between us. A sense of synchronicity, coincidence. An unexplainable sense of connectedness which pre-exists any connection. I do not understand this. I cannot adequately explain how I feel toward you.

I do not know enough about your present situation to make any good suggestions. But . . . what is there to lose by calling? My instinct tells me you should call, today. Tell him some guy in the fog of a blog fell in love with you, and you're so much in love you thought it was him, that you're going crazy without him, that Heaven is here on Earth, can be here, for you both, if only you both reach out to take each other back into each other's arms . . . that he's crazy if he doesn't pull you to his chest to listen to your sighs, and drive each other wild with happiness.

I am indeed one who loves you, but . . . I am not the "you, and only you" whom you love. Call him. I only wish there was something, more, that I could do to help, to make you happy.

Your Henry

Anonymous said...

then who loves who for 8 years now? ¿? gossip gossip

Anonymous said...

then who loves who for 8 years now? ¿? gossip gossip

Anonymous said...

I don't know to whom that is address, not me, as long as I know I'm like a bird...

Anonymous said...

I'm free as a bird :D

Anonymous said...

I think Henry is confused

Henry said...

Dearest Anais,


Are you OK?

As for me, of course I'm confused.

Is there anything I can do?


Your Henry

Anonymous said...

I don't know, can you do something?

Anonymous said...

I need more information. We could talk, if you like. By telephone or email. I could provide a empathetic, but honest, point of view, perhaps, if that might be helpful. It's up to you. Have you discussed your feelings and situation with friends?

your Impassioned Dreamer said...

My Henry,

Call me at work if this is you. Left my number on my AIM and only you can see it. You should know me, I am a goddess :)

If not, then what is - is. And I hope you find your Anais. Actually, strike that. Then I hope you are not Henry, I hope you are Pablo and you find your Matilde.

x

Anonymous said...

oh! wrong fantasy lol

Miss Philosophy said...

I'm still here. I'm thinking. I have to go for now. be back later. :) Get some sleep you sound like me.

Henry said...

My Dear Anais,

As I explained above, I am someone else, not the "you, and only you" with whom you fell in love 8 years ago, and with whom you remain in love. I am not he.

My situation is very different from yours, in many ways, no doubt. At this stage in my life, I seek other things than to find new love, or to rekindle an old love lost. I am content. I am attracted to you, not because I am seeking love, but because of a very strange feeling of connectedness, with you and only you, that I cannot explain, even to myself.

What I feel, now that we've had this discussion, is hope that you will find a way to regain your lost true love. I am unable to re-sculpt his heart, to make it accessible to you. If I could, I would. I cannot.

Please consider me as a friend, or at least as a potential friend, should such the need arise. In the meantime, as you put it, what is, is. Obviously, you are a goddess. You have a little Bhudda in you. :)

In parting, I suggest you not passively wait for your true love to call. Call him. Or send mystery flowers. Or do something else to gain his attention, in a way that reflects well on your obvious talents as a goddess. :)

And remember, my Anais, that even if we never talk, never meet, never even interact again at this blog, that you have gained someone new who truly cares about you and wishes you well.

If you ever do wish to talk, flag me here, and I'll provide an email address.

Love, and farewell,

Your Henry

Miss Philosophy said...

ok thanks.

Anonymous said...

Miss Philosophy,

You have earned the moniker you wear well. Were you an ancient Greek, and male of course (I don't think they allowed female philosophers in those days), you would no doubt share with Anaxagoras his fascination with rainbows. Of course, you have a foot in the Socratic school as well, who can be relied up to appear at the most unlikely moments, always with insouciant (not to mention impertinent) questions and observations.

I enjoy your impertinence. :)


Good day. Night. Morning? I'm confused. Whatever. :)

Miss Philosophy said...

I will take that as a compliment. Thank you. I dig your impertinence as well! It's morning here. You must be confused. I would be too.

P.S> I ♥ rainbows.. how did you know?

Anonymous said...

:'(

Miss Philosophy said...

I have philosophically speaking. A few times actually. But that's the beauty behind transformation of the internal layer.

Anonymous said...

Couldn't we bring Heaven to Earth? pleeease

Miss Philosophy said...

Earth is already present. Heaven is the unknown.

Anonymous said...

The unknown to be known :)

Anonymous said...

... and touchable.

Anonymous said...

I like touching things

Anonymous said...

where have you gone

Anonymous said...

I'm on a cloud?

Anonymous said...

Seek out Heaven, by strength of will, and drag it into your heart. And bed. Though it kick and scream at first, screams of resistance and screams of ecstasy are often difficult to distinguish from each other.

And if that doesn't work, you always have me. :)

Love,

Henry

Anonymous said...

There are too many here to be sure whom is speaking to whom. I think there are several times one or another of commenters have assumed the one to whom they have spoken has spoken to them, when indeed they did not.


What use is it? This is ridiculous, more than awkward. Definitely crossing into hella lame.
This is only the second response I have written to this particular post. The first time I've attempted to respond to Legion Anonymmi.

I miss something, I would like to put my finger on it.
I am not so hard to find, if you would like to, please do. I wish I could identify you, to show myself, but I don't think you want that here.
I don't care if you keep your mask, just please don't be scared to let me see behind it.
We need a better way.


aka

Anonymous said...

Come on! don't get angry, the reason why nobody cares is because is a game, that is all, you enjoy it. Why would you put all your feeling into someone that is "anonymous"?, some people can do that yes, but generally ... you take it like a game. I don't know either who are you, but I can ensure you if you and me or other person are meant to stay together, etc.. will happen naturally, don't you think so?

Anonymous said...

and playing games with dreams, memories, reality, identity is unnatural.

I don't think anyone is angry...

Anonymous said...

well, I think you are.

Anonymous said...

No, you!

Anonymous said...

Most of my existance I am giggling around :D sorry! behind this screen things are very different than what it looks like in here lol

Anonymous said...

joy is natural, fantasies are natural, and me, I am natural too

Anonymous said...

Miss Philosophy,

I don't know how I know you like rainbows. I just do. :)

Miss Philosophy said...

All girls like rainbows..it's scientifically proven.

Anonymous said...

who doesn't? :)

Anonymous said...

especially when they come from a diamond? hihihihi ;)

Miss Philosophy said...

That's a great song..

Anonymous said...

There may come a time
When a lass needs a lawyer, ...........
But diamonds are a girl's best friend.

:D

Miss Philosophy said...

Lawyer, for what?

Miss Philosophy said...

I was talking about the song diamonds and pearls.

Anonymous said...

for making an insurance for the diamonds....uuummhhh.....maybe? lol

Anonymous said...

oopps....wrong song! :D

Anonymous said...

To my fellow anonymii,

This what having been assimilated by the Borg must be like. A collective hive filled with anonymous poster bees.

Anonymity has advantages, and disadvantages. Unfortunately, anonymity allows some posters to play games, in the sense of donning a misleading persona (role playing is fine, not intentional misrepresentation), lying, saying things that are offensive, etc. These are behaviors which are much less likely if the the person has an identity and is therefore at least somewhat accountable what he or she writes. On the other hand, all anonymii are equal in rank and status. Kings and paupers become equal when they each post as "Anonymous".

The problem of unraveling identities is vexing. Imagine declaring your love for "Anonymous" and then discovering that "Anonymous" is not the same "Anonymous" you thought was "Anonymous". In fact, even before getting to the point of declaring one's love, it is impossible to be absolutely certain whom one is in love with. Is it "Anonymous"? Or "Anonymous"? Or perhaps, "Anonymous"?

In any case, after several confusing, not to mention embarrassing episodes, I now try to identify those posts which are important, or which seem in danger of drowning in anonymity.

The advantage of anonymity, on the other hand, is that one may be a little more uninhibited in discussing controversial topics and personal aspects of one's life, than if the person were posting under burden of one's real identity.

Personally, I don't say things I don't mean or believe. I don't have a problem with identifying myself, were a need to arise in response to a reasonable request.

Anonymous said...

Miss Philosophy and Anonymous,

One needs a lawyer for fleecing. Diamonds, not incoincidentally, are the same color as fleece.

This is an admittedly male (and perhaps chauvinistic) point of view. The poor girl who inspired the song probably worked very hard for those diamonds. :)

See? Neither of you are sure who authored this post, are you? :)

Miss Philosophy said...

I made my own name and then I was given one.

Anonymous said...

ok, what is your name? the real one

Miss Philosophy said...

I already mentioned it. What's your name or do you just want to be known as Anon?

Anonymous said...

Anon is fine :)

Anonymous said...

Steve

Susane said...

ok, I'm Susane ;)

Steve said...

Hi Susane.

Are you crying?

Susane said...

Nope

Steve said...

Has anyone noticed that the blog is dropping posts? I've posted two in the past five minutes which disappeared into the ether. Perhaps the blog branches are creaking under the weight of all the comments in this thread.

Here's another try:

Susane,

I thought ";)" meant being sad, or crying? I guess I need to brush up on my internet slang. :( :)

Susane said...

Not, that means blinking an eye hehe. Besides, the commentaries, well Iain can come and delete them, this is his blog :)

Steve said...

aka,

Good pseudonym. :)

What is it, exactly, that you miss?

This place is an emotional rollercoaster.

(This is a repost of a comment which disappeared into cyberspace.)

Steve said...

What is the proper interpretation of this symbol?

:'(

But for the closing parenthesis, her heart was lost.

Geez, I feel like I need a Ph.D. in semiotics just to know what's going on in this blog. :)

Susane said...

Since I'm full of emotions as a professional one I'll explain it to you:

:) Fine
:( Not fine
:'( Crying or very sad about it
:D Glad
:o Amazed
:O Really Amazed
:/ Confused
>:/ Really Confused


But there are more :D

Steve said...

Susane,

Thanks for the list. It's more useful than the less concise Wikipedia page I was using to try to educate myself.

How do you say, "smile!", or "happy!"?

Steve said...

Susane,

re: ;) "means blinking an eye"

So, let me get this straight. You were brazenly winking at me?

Susane said...

probably ;)

Susane said...

Well, I can't help you more, I don't know more smileys at all

Steve said...

Susane,

-^__^- -^__^- ;)

Someday, thousands of years from now, when edge fragments of the ruins of great skyscrapers jut above the empty sands of vast deserts, like the visage of Ozymandias, archeologists of the future will pore over ancient tomes of internet hieroglyphics, amazed that such primitives could write, or take the azimuth of stars.

Susane said...

yes, we are all special people hhihhihi

Miss Philosophy said...

Yes, we are.

Anonymous said...

Steve,

Most days I don't even know what the words are for what I miss. I just know it is missing. I think when I try to explain what I miss it is like trying to explain love. I could tell you all the things that I love about a person, but it won't come close to explaining how I feel. Besides, telling you all the things I love about what a person does or how they make me feel... that isn't even love itself. Those are just the symptoms and byproducts of love.


There are plenty of things that I don't miss, but somehow when I start to say I don't miss this or that, I can't bring myself to do it. So, do I even miss my foolishness and the coldness and all the times when we were hurtful to each other?


I miss the way the air between me and him jumps and laughs and contains all of time and the universe. I miss the way the world seemed to stand still so that we could have our moments.
I miss the way he touched me. I miss the way I could open myself up to him, willing to give anything. I miss waking up at night hearing his voice in my head and knowing that it wouldn't be long before I saw him. I miss the way he pulled the sweetest, wildest, most creative parts of me to the surface. I miss the I miss the way the I somehow always felt so much stronger and vibrant when he was in my life. I miss the faith and belief.
I miss the way I felt like all the stupid, ugly, painful things in my life were worth it; even if I didn't understand their purpose.

I miss the way he looked at me when I would talk too much. The way his eyes looked when his brain was going 100 miles a minute.
I miss hearing him laugh. I miss making him laugh, even if I'm not that funny.

I miss the way all my words made everything worse because we didn't even need them; and yet I tried anyhow. I miss all the words he said to me that I was too stupid to pay more attention to.


I miss feeling like my atoms disassembled and floated around; as if he was the key to teleporting, to telekinesis, to ESP, to being one with the universe.


I miss the way he smelled. I miss his hands in my hair. I miss screwing around in his car.

I miss feeling like I belonged to him.
I miss all the things we never got to do and say.




aka

Anonymous said...

oops?

Steve said...

aka,

I can't sleep, thinking of someone who posts here. Your response to my question immediately caught my eye. You explain what is it, that is missing.

No longer posting as Anonymous is taking some getting-used-to. I've got a headache, I'm grumpy, and my thoughts are wandering. I hope you will make allowances for this circuitous and windy response.

Are you a regular here? How did you come here? I wonder what the usual ways are that people find their way here.

Most of the people here seem to be wounded. They have a hole in their heart. The come here, outliers, abandoned, souls in distress, people attracted here by the overarching melancholy leitmotif which runs through the photos and text of the blog. They "miss something". They search, seeking to be whole, to complete themselves, to somehow rescue the missing piece which they need to plug the hole in their heart.

I originally arrived here on a link to the April 17 "Children of Time" photograph. It is the height of irony, actually somewhat amusing, that the sense of loss I now feel is a loss I experienced here at this blog. If God exists, it's obvious He has a wicked sense of humor.

Your post, the one I responded to, was both plaintive and assertive. It echoes universal themes of loss, of bewilderment, of uncertainty as to how to proceed alone, but also of impatience with Weltschmerz and of feeling a need to get on with building and healing.

"don't even know what the words are for what I miss . . . It is like trying to explain love"

It's not only that something is missing. There is loss: what is missing is something we once had. Now, by experiencing its residue, we truly know the loss by the fumbling pain left behind. A gnawing, unceasing hunger which is never sated, and not much abated is ever present. A terrible, unfulfilled hungry yearning which stings, tickles and burns . . . never letting us in peace, never allowing us to forget.

But each of us also senses, that somehow, a miracle is possible. Something magical which we sense with our 6th sense, which cannot be compassed with mere words, which is only glimpsed in flashes, in moments when we least expect it, and then only out of the corner of one's eyes. The miracle remains always half obscured and cannot be clearly perceived with human eyes, no matter how hard we try. It is something close to our heart which we are almost able to clasp in dreams, waiting for us to discover it and embrace it in a joyful return home, hidden in a place which is so intimate and familiar we sometimes are able to brush it with our fingertips before it vanishes.

Doesn't it seem incredibly, foolishly, stupidly blind for us to have ignored the joys of love in which we were immersed but distracted, insensible? A miracle given to us, the very essense of life? We had the gift in our hands, and we carelessly dropped it, the most precious thing in the universe, the only reason reason for living in the first place, shattering it on a bleak lonly cold hard surface where with time, even love withers and dies? What a waste. We could have done so many things, experienced so much joy. We didn't.

The missing element is, of course, the missing person whom we loved, and still love. Not just a physical body. A soul, a spirit. A presence we can feel and smell. Someone whose soul, and body, and thoughts, and dreams was inextricably intermingled with ours. His hands touching your hair. Perhaps tyou are right, a true love is the key to the very disassembling of atoms. Maybe the secret to entering Heaven is that two souls, in union with each other, must approach Heaven together, hand in hand.

I notice no sense of bitterness or reproach toward the other person in your letter. It sounds as almost as though the parting was a passing.

You have reinforced my instinctive conviction that the real reason for living, the real purpose, is to love and be loved.

Thank you for your letter. Sweet dreams. :)

Miss Philosophy said...

Sweetdreams my LOVE! I'm speechless...literally!! Thank YOU!

Anonymous said...

Steve,

What a lovely, lovely insightful letter. Thank you. When I left my last note, I felt very foolish after it posted, for all the things I said. I don't usually mention them and seeing them in print made it seem so silly and awkward.
But your letter seemed to get to the heart of what I feel about it.


I don't know how I came to be here. I think I found this place a few years ago, but I had a lot of things changing at the time and didn't have time to really look into it. Then I fell into it again; I don't remember what linked me to it, or what post it was. I do come here often, but I rarely comment on it. And I have only joined the inanity of Legion Annonymii once before, and that was not really meant to be responded to, nor was it.

I come here because I see something of my heart reflected in the words of the author. Not to mention, said author is pretty talented and I really enjoy the writing and photos.
I think it must be so for most everyone who read this. I also wonder how many of us believe the one we miss is also here, lurking these words that echo some of our intangible thoughts and our hurts?

I read all the comments because though it is a poor comfort it helps somehow to know that I am not alone.


It is so easy to believe one must write off such sentimental gush. Easy to say someone is a waste of our time if they aren't going to be there for us in the way we expect.

But how many times has love been sent aside because we are embarrassed? Embarrassed of ourselves and the wildness of our feeling, embarrassed of the object of our affections, embarrassed by the things we want or are willing to do.

Of course there are people who really have no place in our minds or in our lives. But there are people who belong there, and try as we might to push them out they remain.

Yes, it is foolish and blind to ignore the joys of love, and I do this as well. In other places in my life it is purely selfishness, carelessness that causes me to behave so. It is something I really do try to work on.
But right now I'm talking about a specific person.
I am always acutely aware of the ways I didn't live up to what I loved, both this person and love itself, even while I had it. So why didn't I do better? Partly because self and hurt get in the way of truly giving of oneself and of being truly open to receiving another.
But the other part was that there is something at work, the thing that brought us together and links us intricately. And that thing was as painful and bloody and long as a birth. A miracle I believe in and yet don't understand. Another thing that is so easy to write off as a trick of the mind and heart.

Maybe this parting is indeed just another passing. But what makes my hurt so big right now is that I believe neither of us wanted to go, but I left. And I feel like I let him down. How can I believe in this miracle if it requires me to let him go, not ever really knowing if it will indeed return? I do believe in it, but so often I wish I could just forget what goes into the birth of the miracle and just take what I want how I want it.
Anyhow, that probably only makes sense to me, so I'm babbling.




Please, tell me more about the sense of loss you encountered here. I'm not sure I understand what you meant.
Are you one of the wounded? Why do you come here, now that you've found it?



aka


ps. Love itself is the miracle. It is both the chicken and the egg that made our world possible, the only thing that makes it worthwhile. It is bigger than any one of us, but without us it means nothing.

Steve said...

aka,

It's hard to decide which of the many interesting observations in letter to consider, first.

These are interesting issues. Perhaps rather than go the omnibus approach, tediously and superficially responding to each item in order, as if I were strolling down the aisle of a grocery store, checking off items on my grocery list as I toss them into my basket, it would be more interesting to address each issue separately, not in any particular order, spending more time on those which pique our interest?

I rarely frequent blogs. Very rarely. I even less rarely bother to post. My total posts, galaxy-wide, over the past year, not including this blog of course, are probably around a dozen. That's a guess. I haven't been keeping count. This is the only blog/forum I now visit.

What originally attracted me here was the "Children of Time" post. The inspiring artistic quality of the blog author's photos and text is what initially attracted me. It's not that I'm unfamilar with blogs or forums. Quite the reverse. The problem, for me, harks back to a serious case of blog overdose a number of years back. After a burdensome experience running a non-profit forum (foreign affairs blog), with a partner, back at the dawn of the digital age, when dinosaurs still roamed the earth, before the advent of internet hieroglyphics, after oh so loooooong years of fulfilling a daily editing/maintenance/posting responsibility that was more burdensom than raising a brood of fractious children, we handed the forum over to successors and I joyfully fled the blog world.

The joys of anoymii are many indeed: no responsibility, no complaints that one must (if one doesn't feel like it) address, no ties that bind, no accountability. One may, at any time, walk out the door and not feel guilty about leaving a clutch of starving youngsters looking up at you with sad, hungry, importunate imploring eyes.

I am long-winded, am I not? :) Like you, I feel a little embarrassed and self-absorbed, as if anyone other then I should be expected to wade through an akashic blog accounting.

Miss Philosophy said...

I understand peoples pain when I read it here. I related with the feelings of loss and wanted to gain back memories of past made with people in our lives that are no longer in the 3D so to speak. My uncle committed suicide in 2002 and I have lost others in my life as well. So, I understand the importance of the words and pictures that are posted here even tho I myself have not been posting here very long. I hope you get everything you've ever dreamed of and more! Be grateful and stay positive! Always! or at least try too. :)

Anonymous said...

au revoir!

:D

Steve said...

aka,

How about one more issue, for now ... hmmm, which tasty morsel do we bite into first???

I also wonder how many of us believe the one we miss is also here, lurking these words that echo some of our intangible thoughts and our hurts?

I, too, have been struck by this feeling among some of us, perhaps all of us here. At first I assumed that the feeling must exist because one's lover was, at least at one time, a participant or observer at the blog. But then I came to realize, as each of us has noticed, that we are really talking about a wild hope that God, or fate, sheer will, or the mysterious power of love itself, will someone alert our lost lover to our presence here, to hear our desperate mayday call.

It's irrational. It's beautiful. Is there any basis to believe in such a thing, or to allow oneself to hope? Is there any proof that synchronicity really exists? Perhaps not, from a scientific perspective. But then, from a scientific perspective, the changes of a particular sperm hitting the egg are zero, rounded off. Isn't that a real-life, everyday miracle? If a sperm were consult with science before making the dive, he'd never make the dive at all. Burt Reynolds would always be sitting eagerly on the edge of his bench, ever ready, always waiting, never actually making the jump.

Science fiction is the prescursor of science, not the other way around. An act of human will, motivated primary by emotion, not reason, has ever been the foundation of science. Yes, emotion can and often does lead us astray, off on fanciful deadend paths. But is that because the emotion was wrong, or because our science is not yet sufficiently developed to enable our emotions? Ray Bradbury famously described the "Butterfly Effect", which is now a well-established part of mathematics and chaos theory. The basic idea, of course, is that we are all one, all things are interconnected, tiny and tall alike, and that each particle in the universe exercises influences every other particle.

The gentle wafting of a butterfly's wings creates tiny ripples, which over time, influence everything. A butterfly can change the world. I'm too lazy to source it, but a leading meterologist wrote a famous paper two or three decades ago, which demonstrated that butterfly ripples in a Kansas wheat field could, in time, generate a hurricane off Japan's coast.

Love is not practical. It creates hope for itself, even when there is no seemingly rational basis for hope. Science would commit such hope to a mental institution. But we humans, and I suspect all other living beings are the same, do not live for science. We live for love, to connect with others, to feel each other, for emotion, like the butterfly, to send out ripples in search of love, or lost love.

If a butterfly can create a typhoon in the Japan Sea, if a sperm can fertilize an egg even against impossible odds (something like 1 in 12,000,000,000!), then I think that although admittedly unlikely, it's at least possible that your lost lover is here now, reading this post, and feeling the thrill of knowing your letter is really directed at him, only him, aimed directly at his heart.

Set your hope high, but be prepared to climb down without hurting yourself.

Anonymous said...

Perhaps, perhaps, there are more than only one Heaven?

Anonymous said...

Perhaps, just perhaps, multiple Heavens may overlap?

Steve said...

Miss Philosophy,

Thank you for the ongoing positive feedback!

Anonymous said...

I think everything is possible :) and you can have it ALL

Anonymous said...

.. if you really need it of course, ALL what you really need ;)

Anonymous said...

I want it ALL. Or at least, my fair share.

(Depending on which face is behind the mask, of course. I feel like I'm at a masked ball. A befuddled character in Comedy of Errors, wondering who he just proposed to. But. I'm serious. :))

Anonymous said...

Correction. Face is an ancillary concern. What counts is the *heart* behind the mask.

Anonymous said...

Like when you have kids and take them to the park and look after them, I think Heaven is a place, probably in no space or time (at least you wish for it) where God is looking at you playing around and enjoying. And yes you are Super in there, you have all your capacities switched on and enjoy. But well, I don't really think there are more than one Heaven, I don't think about it. It's fine like that :), don't need more

Miss Philosophy said...

Mine,

I want it all...I never believed that certain dreams were more attainable than others. That's just not my style. Everything is possible, and everything that's meant to happen does. You know I like butterflies too and you know why I do. I so just want to jump into you and it makes me anxious and nervous at the same time. Kind of feels like butterflies to the millionth power. But I calm myself down by returning to the calm, silent realization that I'm already here/there with you. And that's all I need to know. It's the only thing keeping me grounded right now or else I'd be floating right to you. Thank you!

Yours!

Anonymous said...

Yes, almost by definition, there must be a one great, all-encompassing ALL. Even if there exist multiple universii, all of them, ultimately, must be part of a greater whole. Like a butterfly.

A problem arises when one person's Heaven is perceived by another as Hell.



Whether or not such perception is reasonable (and since when is love 'reasonble'??) what is right or wrong, presents a dilemma, a crossroads which diverges off on three paths: choosing only one Heaven (OK, OK, a subcompartment of Heaven) over the other(s); dividing one's time between two (or more :)) Subcompartments; or, saying 'To Hell!' with Heaven, and giving up on love.

Not always an easy choice. Especially when one's heart is the one doing the choosing, while the rest of you is an innocent bystander.

Miss Philosophy said...

Why is there need to diverge at a crossroads of 3 different paths? Love is not fair. It never was. It will never be. Neither is life. But love will remain in existence. It will always be familiar. It will always be inside of us no matter what path we choose to take. It could mean the dawn of a new world (heaven) or existence in the same world we have always resided in (hell).

Steve said...

aka,

How can I believe in this miracle if it requires me to let him go

The problem with love, is that it takes two to tango. Otherwise it isn't a love dance, it's a solo performance.

How should we deal with someone is persistently and carelessly out of step? Especially if he (or she) keeps stepping on our toes, even after we have told them it hurts?

Anonymous said...

When you reach a crossroads, if your heart wants to go one way, but your lover insists on going the other, what should you do?

Miss Philosophy said...

Suck it up and drive on.

Anonymous said...

Easier said than done.

Miss Philosophy said...

I know riiiight! But when love is right both people feel the same way. Life isn't easy, it's very difficult and unreasonable, but when it's right it's simple, not difficult. Sometimes people just make it harder for themselves. I know love is scary. I've been burned many times trust me. But I never let that stop me from hoping and wishing their is someone out there for me. Love is a lot of things, but what it isn't is difficult. If it is then it's not love it's lust. Only one way to find out though and that means risking the torch. And if you turn to ashes pick yourself up and blow them back in the wind.

Anonymous said...

As long as I know for my experience, in this world, which I don't consider hell, I think is hell+heaven all in one, when you feel love for someone and he feels it for you, they just run scared, and when it's too late they come back and start getting romantic but you are already with other love, I don't understand why people is scared of love. I might be from other world, because this one really .... is very disappointing in that aspect. People wasn't created for being scared, I can tell you that. 90% of ourselfs is our unconscious, I talk with that part, the other 10% is mainly irrelevant for me but well, you must consider it too. People really don't make any effort to look inside. 90%!! that is a lot of stuff!

Miss Philosophy said...

Well if they come back and you are already involved with someone else then that wasn't meant to be either. It's not about just feelings it's about timing too.

Also, I know people ignore 90%...it's a shame, but the only thing you have control over is what you see inside of yourself. You can try to influence others to see the same things your see in yourself, but when it's all said and done they either take heed to your advice and adopt it or go down the path they choose. Look out for yourself. You're the most important person out there and although you love others and want to see them make the right decisions too...they also have some valuable lessons to learn on their own time.

P.S. Odds are if the person that loved you left and came back and you were with someone else it's because they also had to make some mistakes in life too. It's a vicious circle, but it's worth it. Every mistake is worth it! If you learn from it and put what you learned in to practice.

Anonymous said...

you don't find Love, you carry Love with you, if you have it, you will always find Love, and if you are lucky will never go away :)

Miss Philosophy said...

Then hold tight!

Anonymous said...

Is it possible to successfully love two people at once? If not, then one is well-advised to choose, one over the other, no?

Or, the age-old tragedy: A loves B, B loves C, and C loves A. But B doesn't love A, and C doesn't love B.

What's the solution? How does Heaven make everyone happy?

Anonymous said...

then one must be gay right?

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