Literature and Conversation IRL
Saturday evening we went to our good friends house to officially not celebrate B's birthday. Of course there was great food, drink and a cake, and a gift of the water of life, but it was a not-a-birthday party.
I almost didn't go. Friday I felt the pain-in-the-head sinus&throat thing try to wriggle its way into my system, but I beat it into submission with lots of Naked juice and rest. By Saturday evening I felt okay enough to go to the not-a-party.
It was just us and them and a guy named Carl. Carl's girlfriend/ fiance was out west in San Francisco taking a strip-tease class. It was a good thing Carl came to the party. He added a dimension to the after dinner conversation that sparkled the way metal sparks when it hits resistance at high speeds.
I don't know how the conversation officially started. Perhaps it was a tangent from the discussion we had about creativity and how humans are creators and how this in mankind is not to be challenged or restricted without consequences. At some point I brought up this quote, this concept, that I had just read in East of Eden.
The water of life fueled the after dinner conversation and the kids fell asleep on the couch.
The conversation drifted from our power as humans to create and destroy, while the "stupid animals" (read, much smarter) live in harmony with the Earth.
We talked about a lie is a lie is a lie, and what is a white lie?
We talked about the abyss we all stand on the edge of, and those with faith (in God, Themselves, The Universe) will take that step and cross the edge.
I almost didn't go. Friday I felt the pain-in-the-head sinus&throat thing try to wriggle its way into my system, but I beat it into submission with lots of Naked juice and rest. By Saturday evening I felt okay enough to go to the not-a-party.
It was just us and them and a guy named Carl. Carl's girlfriend/ fiance was out west in San Francisco taking a strip-tease class. It was a good thing Carl came to the party. He added a dimension to the after dinner conversation that sparkled the way metal sparks when it hits resistance at high speeds.
I don't know how the conversation officially started. Perhaps it was a tangent from the discussion we had about creativity and how humans are creators and how this in mankind is not to be challenged or restricted without consequences. At some point I brought up this quote, this concept, that I had just read in East of Eden.
...that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. (East of Eden, Chapter 13)East of Eden was published in 1952, so it makes sense that the concepts and the "monstrous changes" in the world he was referring to had to do with communism. Steinbeck's references to mass production and mass method, and how this "is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking" seem comically applicable today in many ways.
The water of life fueled the after dinner conversation and the kids fell asleep on the couch.
The conversation drifted from our power as humans to create and destroy, while the "stupid animals" (read, much smarter) live in harmony with the Earth.
We talked about a lie is a lie is a lie, and what is a white lie?
We talked about the abyss we all stand on the edge of, and those with faith (in God, Themselves, The Universe) will take that step and cross the edge.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to ones courage. -Anais NinThe next morning, at 2:15 am, we finally packed the sleeping children in the car and drove down the hill and home.
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