Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Because

Because posting to a G+ stream seems necessarily flowing, as in we're not stepping into the same river for long, and the constituents of that river are here and gone and with pace that reflects the same race that many of us find ourselves trying to run within the terms of the modern world, well, I thought I'd slow it down a little.

Because while a blog is also somewhat dynamic, as in the overall blog will shape itself into a form as a function of time, energy, and content, it is necessarily a more static entity when compared to the streaming waterfalls of other forms of social media. What is here is present and accessible immediately in a way that streaming posts on our G+ accounts are not quite able to capture.

Because here, in this particular blog, is a collection which in some ways forms not only a self, but also informs this particular self, and in so doing has the potential to inform some set of possible others.

Because it is all too easy, sometimes, in life to get knocked down and forget that we can also get back up.

Because we are only ever down for the count when Thanatos has come and collected us, and, really, even then, who knows for sure?

Because I've been knocked down, as I am sure many others have, perhaps all others, and sometimes forgotten that I can get back up.

Because even if I don't agree with some of the other thoughts of the man regarding some of the other things he turned his thoughts towards, I can still recognize, yes, even taste, the wisdom in the words:

If you're going through hell, keep going.

Because sometimes this world is all too obviously that same hell, and wherever we go, well, there we are, as some say, anyway; this is to say, we'll always be where we are in the world and if the world seems like hell, well, there we are.

Because being down is not the same as being out. And sure as hell sometimes it is difficult to keep this distinction in mind.

Because sometimes, no matter what others tell us, say to us, present to us, and/or try to get us to see, well, we can lead a horse to water, but if that water's current seems too strong or seems like the waters run too deep, then that horse isn't going to cross at that particular point.

Because the horse will only cross the water when it comes to understand for itself that it feels safe to ford the passage.

Because the passage is always there, but sometimes we are too down to see it.

Because when you post to G+, and since Google owns both G+ and Youtube, somehow it has come about that including a video in a post necessarily entails a comment on the video as it occurs in the context of Youtube that is in fact the whole of the associated G+ post.

Because sometimes I simply want to post a video and write whatever the hell I want and not necessarily have it also become a Youtube video comment.

Because I am not aware, if there is such thing, of anyway to prevent this from happening other than not to associate some G+ post with a video from Youtube by not posting a video from Youtube on G+, and this also goes for leaving comments on G+ posts that others have posted which also include a video from Youtube.

Because what I am writing towards and have also included in some of the above is about being able to get back up when we are down, to gather the courage, the hope, the force of will, to ride again, to ford that river, to keep going through hell.

Because I have been using a certain set of memories, and this from here and now might be construed as some sense of nostalgia, but it's not quite that.

Because I have no real desire to go back to the before, but much more a desire to bring some of the before into now.

Because those memories, those positive experiences from my past, were a fuel to certain sort of engine of change as those experiences were occurring then.

Because I find myself needing fuel for that engine so it can once again drive me forward, carry me through whatever heaven or hell my mind may construe in the moment.

Because the output of Beastie Boys were once an element of that fuel.

Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop.

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