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FiftyFive ~ # 55
Yesterday something remarkable happened on the way to my study at the University. It was quite unbelievable really, but I was strolling along not really thinking about anything in particular when I came across a grass snake slithering, very slowly, across the car park. Fearing for its safety (and the oncoming wheels of car park users) I moved it onto the grass where it could slip away (how brave am I - picking up a perfectly harmless snake - and I must say it looks much more intimidating in the picture, above,
than it really was. That picture must have been taken by a man - how to make a pencil look like python). I confess to have been quite taken by its appearance though, such a rare occurrence and it fair made my day. But it shouldn't really surprise anyone, the campus is full of surprises and delights, just like the rest of my life. The great thing was I was able to put the snake in the Peace Garden, which seemed appropriate and then I sat there for a few minutes in the autumn sun while we could both be grateful for being alive. And I was listening to this on my iPod at the same time, which made me feel - hmm - complete is probably the word, enfolded in a moment of bliss. Or was it jouissance? Hmm, a significant part of the game of life is in chasing jouissance. And while it might be suggested it can never be fully gained, the anticipated pleasure of hope makes the pursuit a very exciting experience indeed. But what needs to be considered is this question: is bliss the brief moment of heightened attainment before we are reigned back to rejoin the daily chores of life, which we endure so we can start chasing it again? This music comes to me like a sigh and I absolutely adore it - close your eyes and let it move you. PS - if you spellcheck joussance it offers nuisance.
Yesterday something remarkable happened on the way to my study at the University. It was quite unbelievable really, but I was strolling along not really thinking about anything in particular when I came across a grass snake slithering, very slowly, across the car park. Fearing for its safety (and the oncoming wheels of car park users) I moved it onto the grass where it could slip away (how brave am I - picking up a perfectly harmless snake - and I must say it looks much more intimidating in the picture, above,
than it really was. That picture must have been taken by a man - how to make a pencil look like python). I confess to have been quite taken by its appearance though, such a rare occurrence and it fair made my day. But it shouldn't really surprise anyone, the campus is full of surprises and delights, just like the rest of my life. The great thing was I was able to put the snake in the Peace Garden, which seemed appropriate and then I sat there for a few minutes in the autumn sun while we could both be grateful for being alive. And I was listening to this on my iPod at the same time, which made me feel - hmm - complete is probably the word, enfolded in a moment of bliss. Or was it jouissance? Hmm, a significant part of the game of life is in chasing jouissance. And while it might be suggested it can never be fully gained, the anticipated pleasure of hope makes the pursuit a very exciting experience indeed. But what needs to be considered is this question: is bliss the brief moment of heightened attainment before we are reigned back to rejoin the daily chores of life, which we endure so we can start chasing it again? This music comes to me like a sigh and I absolutely adore it - close your eyes and let it move you. PS - if you spellcheck joussance it offers nuisance.
