So it seems I'm not very good at keeping up this blog! It's funny, because before I created DOC, I would write multiple posts a day in my head. I still do - but the journey from my head to the blog seems all but impossible most days. Why is that? Is it because I do not use one of the many mobile devices on the market? Is it because I'm tied into other activities? Or is it that fear - the one that is always there, holding me back from writing everything I wish to write? The fear is almost like a floodgate - if it ever lifts, who knows how much will flow into the empty space? More importantly, will it hold any value, or merely contribute to the sewage so often pumped into cyberspace?
Got to work on releasing the gate - I'll never know if I don't try.
- DOC
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Love is...
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine: Captain Corelli's Mandolin
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