I didnt know what to expect from this CD, but I like to take risks now and then when it comes to books and albums and life. Please dont assume that the place I was when you met me is the only place Ive ever been. I am so much more than a FB page, and so are all of you. I havent finished listening to this all the way through yet, but I already found what I hope will be a good share. Ive been pretty happy with the style of this album so far. Its something different for me, but no one in the world has ever grown without making room for new things, and entertaining new ideas... and I had no idea until I got this home and opened it that that was Zooey Deschanel. I think she is so awesome and funny and adorable...of course, it could all just be an act, but if you really think about it, dont we all have a little bit of actor in us? Maybe some of us just get a little more attached to the parts we chose to play than others. If Ive learned anything at all in this search for identity, its this: Personality is a transient thing. An ever changing combination of conscious choices and involuntary responses, but a soul is something much much deeper; permanent, unchanging, and eternal. It is the essence of life itself. Pure love and pure light. There are no dark souls. Only dark ideas, and unknown mysteries. Some see mysteries as problems to be solved, others as something to be experienced. I wont pretend to know if that is a product of genetics or conditioning as far as others are concerned, but like most things in life, I usually choose to believe that its a combination, or a balance of both. I like balance. I cant help that. I just do. Im not about rigid order, because an order that cant be moved, leaves too many places for those who honestly live to hurt and exploit others to operate from, and too many cracks for the lost to fall through. I like natural order, which is flowing and flexible like water, which can never be broken unless you freeze it, and make it rigid. I allowed myself to get frozen, become rigid, and then I wondered why I felt like I was breaking. The pieces that didnt break off, became sharp and pointy, stabbing anyone who tried to get close. I didnt want to be held and warmed by someone else. I wanted to do it myself. I had to do most of it myself, but there are limits to what a man can do in solitude. He can spend two years contemplating the mysteries of existence, but nothing he learns in that time will teach him anything about how to love a woman. Only she can teach him that.
Posted on: Sun, 25 Jan 2015 19:15:33 +0000
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