We certainly have a way of treating life like it’s a dress rehearsal. A serious bucket list, if nothing else, reminds you that the curtain’s already up and if you want things to happen that aren’t happening, you need to be making them happen now, or getting ready to make them happen…
Checking all your list items off isn’t nearly as important as becoming a person for whom these goals are possible. It’s not a list of needs. Nobody needs to see the Taj Mahal or run a marathon to be happy. But it might be true that making extraordinary things happen is a habit that lends itself to happiness.”
The intuitive feeling of a speaker for the essential character of a language; linguistic instinct. —OED
Rory Sutherland — This Thing For Which We Have No Name
The irrelevance of rationality. Interesting.
Then there will be the rare event that sweeps like a rogue wave over my life and practice. After X happened what I noticed when I sat down to write was feeling raw. It was like trying to describe a Jackson Pollock to someone who’s never seen a Jackson Pollock. Where do I start. I could name colors, talk about paint splatters, I could use metaphor but unless they’d stood face to face with one it would only go so far. And as I described this painting, my memory of the original seeing would itself change. It would become my description. Time corrodes and words are a poor restoration job; they make parts of the painting brighter and sharper than the original.
Is it possible to preserve anything?
When I sat down after X, I felt the rawness of emotions not yet corrupted by words. Something had ruptured and with each sentence I was turning the heavy crank of the machinery that would once again seal the dam. I was finding meaning, which would become theory, which would then be applied to future situations and lead to the same misunderstandings that got me here in the first place. This realization made me incredibly sad, and hopeful.”