[Originally posted on Writingscape V1.0, 3/12/2009]
There are readers and writers in the world who feel they can only get The Deep and Profound from certain books or authors. Certain genres. Certain mediums. They look down their noses and scoff at anything below the level they have set. I am not one of those. I seek inspiration and education everywhere. I know you can expand your knowledge, your outlook, your thought processes, and life itself in places other folks would never consider looking. Case in point:
Barely a month ago, I asked my friend Teresa "what in the hell is all of this for." All of this being, for the past ten years, having a boxcar of people I love (co-workers, writing group members, mentors, a second father, all of my grandparents, six uncles, five aunts, two friends, and my Baby Bro) suffer and die, sometimes two or three a year. And my aunt gets cancer. My dad gets a brain tumor. Baby Bro--cancer. My mom--cancer. The amazing wife of one of my best friends--cancer. All at the same time. And of course, this also bursts the illusion of my own life being an inexhaustible well, and forces my own mortality right up into my face. So you can see, I was (okay, sometimes I am) in a right state. What was the point of even STARTING this whole journey if, even with the nice spots in between, Life is The Queen of All Suffering and then you die? Why couldn't I have just stayed in oblivion or primordial soup or whatever, and not even bothered with this pain seeing as I'm not getting out of this thing alive anyway? (Good Lord. Doesn't that just smack of It's A Wonderful Life and Jimmy Stewart? LOL Wow.) Getting to the point:
I watched two characters have this conversation on The Toob last night...
Lelouch: "You made your contract with me so you could cease to exist?"
Lelouch: "But why would you want to die?"
C2: "It's providence. A boundary. Only when it's finite can you call it life."
Lelouch: "That's wrong! We call it life because we feel it!"
C2: "Same thing. There is no life unless there is death."
Lelouch: "That's just wordplay. It's not real!"
C2: "People die. That's real."
Lelouch: "Then why are we born at all? What's the purpose of it? The meaning?"
C2: "You know the answer. Those things are all just illusions."
Lelouch: "No. Living just to die is too sad."
C2: "Without death, all we have are just random events. Accumulations. You can't call that life."
I sat there. And I seriously contemplated everyone and myself living forever and ever, our bodies never breaking down (with overpopulation problems solved). A few hundred years might be fun, yeah. After a millennia, I can see things losing some sparkle. After five millennia, would anything be special anymore? Would you even remember where you were born, people you'd met, beauty you had seen? Or would memories keep seeping out, lost and replaced by newer ones, until you weren't even YOURSELF every 10 thousand, 20 thousand years, and all you had were random events? Accumulations?
THAT is some food for thought. That has given me some calm in my storm. And that is from an Anime series from Japan called Code Geass: Lelouch of the Rebellion 2 (episode 15). The conversation is between a young man who possesses a deadly psychic power and the immortal witch who gave him that power.
Anime can be more than just a cartoon.
Phrase: right down Peachtree
Etymology: as Southern as it gets, I swear
Variations: raat down Peachtree, Southern proper
Definition: 1) Awesome, extremely impressive, phenomenal, the best thing ever. 2) Right on time, just in time.
[Peachtree Street downtown and Mid-town is the most famous street in all of Atlanta and considered to be a very prestigious address, so much so that there are about 71 additional streets with a variant of "Peachtree" in their names. Many prominent businesses and historical landmarks reside there. Author Margaret Mitchell lived and wrote Gone With The Wind on that street, and was killed by a speeding car while crossing it. Everything that is anything is there. And so, something that pleases the heck out of you or inspires great admiration is "right down Peachtree."]
In a sentence:
"I just knew dude was gonna mug me or something. Thank God you drove up -- that was raat down Peachtree!"
Today's southernism is brought to you by my dear father, who, after supper yesterday, commented, "Baby girl, now that was right down Peachtree. What's left?" and went looking for seconds.