So I decided to come sit outside and freeze and be with nature. God I love this weather. It's killing me; I've been out 30 sec and already my fingers and toes are numb. I've always found it physically painful to be cold, but there are some things that are more important than the absence of pain.
That, then, is what it means to really be a human being... to know that there is more good than just the absence of pain... that some things are so grand that pain is miniscule and laughable in compare. That is what makes each of us more than an animal.
The trees are bare and somehow their barrenness is better to me than all the green leaves of spring. The mournful wail of this incessant wind is thrilling; and the air smells so good. I could not live anywhere but here; oh God, help me, I can't help but become attached to wherever I am, even our small apartment, especially our small apartment. All the things I love are so close to me here that I would feel desolate in a larger place.
Henry and Princess are better together. The other night... he went to her and sniffed her face for a long time. She was asleep-- or pretending to be asleep-- because her eyes flew wide open after he moved away. And just before he left her, he nuzzled her slightly. I have never seen Henry be affectionate to another cat before! There is hope yet. And who could help but love the Princess anyway. They will be friends one day. Or maybe he's just temporarily lost his mind because he sees me so little.
Anyway, all the leaves are brown... but the sky is sunlight yellow and the lightest of blues. There are leaves around me on the porch, and amazingly, my aloe and pine are doing very well. Not so amazing, since they are evergreens, but in that I have not watered them in well, forever.
That, then, is what it means to really be a human being... to know that there is more good than just the absence of pain... that some things are so grand that pain is miniscule and laughable in compare. That is what makes each of us more than an animal.
The trees are bare and somehow their barrenness is better to me than all the green leaves of spring. The mournful wail of this incessant wind is thrilling; and the air smells so good. I could not live anywhere but here; oh God, help me, I can't help but become attached to wherever I am, even our small apartment, especially our small apartment. All the things I love are so close to me here that I would feel desolate in a larger place.
Henry and Princess are better together. The other night... he went to her and sniffed her face for a long time. She was asleep-- or pretending to be asleep-- because her eyes flew wide open after he moved away. And just before he left her, he nuzzled her slightly. I have never seen Henry be affectionate to another cat before! There is hope yet. And who could help but love the Princess anyway. They will be friends one day. Or maybe he's just temporarily lost his mind because he sees me so little.
Anyway, all the leaves are brown... but the sky is sunlight yellow and the lightest of blues. There are leaves around me on the porch, and amazingly, my aloe and pine are doing very well. Not so amazing, since they are evergreens, but in that I have not watered them in well, forever.