|Unravelling and Waiting for the Denouement...
||[Dec. 9th, 2003|03:44 am]
Miss Von Trapp
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I can entirely see how and why the philosophy behind The Matrix so utterly got into the psyches of mentalists and pushed them over the edge.
I'm wishing right now that this world I am in could be some invented reality...a dream from which I will awake, happy and safe...not alone and lost...
That, like Richard Bach's 'Jonathan Livingston Seagull', I could roll and dive towards the sheer cliff-face and come through into a better existence on the other side...
I spent my entire childhood wishing Narnia was real...I'd push through the wardrobe...arms outstretched...hoping to discover the Lantern Wastes and Mr Tumnus waiting for me...
Instead? In the words of the 'Grand Vizier' him/herself...
"So here we are.
Still no nearer the Sultan's Palace..."
I'm trapped in one of Scheherezade's stories...with no control over what happens next...no idea where I'm going...buffetted about by ups and downs, waves of stupid emotions...
And Scheherezade herself doesn't seem to have an end in sight...just one tale after another after another...
I have no choice but to ride it out, and hope that I will reach the denouement safely...and that it will have a happy and satisfying end...
Ally McBeal has nothing on me.
What I want I cannot have. What I have I do not want.
And I cannot see an ending. This is no fairytale...but I so wish it was one...
*down the rabbit hole I go...spinning...past the familiar and onto the unfamiliar...into the dreaming and no hope of waking*
2003-12-08 08:01 pm (UTC)
Don't get me started there, girl!
2003-12-08 09:54 pm (UTC)
Re: The Matrix
Although I can readily empathise with what you are experiencing right now, I admit to not quite knowing what to say, mainly out of fear for unsettling things further for you and making things worse, which is far removed from what I intend, so, instead, I shall offer my support in solidarity at least.
I would also like to take the opportunity of thanking you for mentioning Jonathan Livingston Seagull, as Richard Bach's work has often helped me rationalise my fears about where life unwittingly drags me sometimes.
Also, the Narnia stuff took me to when I too desperately wanted Narnia to exist, and maybe still do in these unpropitious times?
So, before I go on a rant of my own, I shall quit there, as I don't wish to negate what you're feeling.
You know how to reach me by now, however alien I am to you, however, rest assured, I feel able to help, even if it's only on a philosophical level, which is usually the most attainable in these situations, I've found.
In my thoughts,
You're welcome VampGirl.
Should you feel the need to rant or write further, if only to purge, philosophise, or even just general chat stuff, again, you know how to reach me.
Hang in there honey. The sun will shine again soon, you'll see!
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