2010.09.08 — "... I've been thinking I've been thinking too much."

Here is another nice little fushigi. It began with my composing a response to the query posed by blog master Stef at her 52weeksofwordage about the existence or non-existence of a 'perfect mate'.


Unfortunately for her and those readers who stumbled onto my comment, I was feeling particularly philosophical and verbose. I wrote the following:

Stef, at first thought I found the contrast between you studying to be an opera singer in order to emote lives lived and lost to dreams of perfect love with your blunt dismissal of romantic dreams of perfection to be très amusant!

But my second thought brought the realization that the 'perfect' opera singer cannot be taken-in by the romantic dreams of her characters if she wants to make them live on the stage!

Now for my thoughts on the perfect, 'soul' mate? Hmmm. My thinking has been contaminated by Chuang-Tzu, C.G. Jung, and the Dog Whisperer: I have come to the conclusion that the universe provides us with what we need much more willingly than it provides us with what we think we want. Unfortunately in our age of over abundant everything we are normally incapable of distinguishing between these two states of being. In this nearly perpetual state of confusion we are oblivious to not really needing romantic notions of seamless oneness and bliss. This does not mean that we do not need, sometimes, to be hugged and made to feel safe in arms we trust; but nor does it overlook the need our creative selves have sometimes to be challenged with overcoming our fears on our own two feet, even when that means breaking-up with someone.

I suspect that the perfect mate is that person able to provide the hugs when needed, but who gives with exuberance the space to walk alone when needed. And such perfection is not likely to be a journey of eternal bliss and peace. Does this mean that the perfect mate does or does not exist? Well, s/he may exist, but only by broadening our understanding of perfection to include life's apparent annoyances and grotesqueries.

And so it would appear that I have cheated your query, Stef, by suggesting that the perfect mate does exist, but only if we deform the meaning of perfection to include the breadth of life's complexity, a complexity that seems to include a molecular imperative from whatever comprises the universe for capital 'L' Life to grow physically, psychologically, and spiritually.

Argh! That has come out sounding so corny despite my straining to make it not so! Why is it so easy for words to impede our ability to convey an idea? At least the sun will continue to shine, regardless, and the earth to spin, too, and life to carry on blissfully oblivious to our ideas and beliefs good, bad or indifferent! I do confess that it is a great relief to know that the truly important things in life do not rely on our words for their existence!

And thus there arose another nice little fushigi. It began with my composing the above response to the query posed by blog master Stef at her 52weeksofwordage about the existence or non-existence of a 'perfect mate'. After such a gassy response, I found myself particularly amused when, as I was editing the last paragraph, Vonda Shephard's song "Maryland' came into my ears randomly from iTunes DJ.
Here are the opening lyrics:

I've been thinking
I've been thinking I've been thinking too much
I just want to live now for a little while
And cast my dreams to the wind.
...

Yup, that told me in no uncertain times to stop ... thinking! And writing, too! Well, that inference has, as you have seen, had little effect on me!

Here's a snapshot of my iTunes playlist showing the song.




Then, while putting this blog together, my iTunes DJ continued to play, and there came into my ears only two songs later, the song 'Music of the Wind ' from the album Sun•Moon. And, given what I wrote, I found that to be an even more amusing fushigi.


And to give you a better sense of just how peculiar are the odds of these songs showing up when they did, here's a snap shot of my iTunes showing number of songs in it: