Paradox...?  

BaronessK 52F
1646 posts
5/30/2006 2:12 am

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11/5/2006 9:23 pm

Paradox...?


My dad chased monsters from the dark.
He checked underneath my bed.
And he could lift me with one arm
Way up over top of his head.
He could loosen rusty bolts
With a quick turn of his wrist.
He pulled splinters from his hand
And never even flinched.
In thirteen years I'd never seen him cry;
But the day that grandpa died, I realized

Unsinkable ships sink;
Unbreakable walls break.
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that.
Unbendable steel bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable.
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible.

And then there was my junior year;
Billy had a brand new car.
It was late; the road was wet.
I guess the curves was just too sharp.
I walked away without a scratch.
They brought the helicopter in
And Billy couldn't feel his legs;
Said he'd never walk again
But Billy said he would and his mom and daddy prayed...
And the day we graduated,he stood up to say:

Unsinkable ships sink;
Unbreakable walls break.
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that.
Unbendable steel bends
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable.
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible.

So don't tell me that it's over;
Don't give up on you and me,
'Cos there's no such thing as hopeless
If you believe:

Unsinkable ships sink;
Unbreakable walls break.
Sometimes the things you think could never happen
Happens just like that.
Unbendable steel bends;
If the fury of the wind is unstoppable.
I've learned to never underestimate
The impossible.

Artist/Band: Nichols Joe
Lyrics for Song: The Impossible
Lyrics for Album: Man With A Memory


Which is a paradox; things happen because of something else that happened, that may or may not have happened if something else beyond those things had or hadn't happened.

You love someone because of and in spite of: You love someone because they are the way they are, despite whatever their 'shortcomings', etcetera; however, without that person having that exact same makeup of personality, you would not like them the same way because they are the individual that you care about in the way they are now.

You can't piece meal, order part by part a person's personality; and if even one thing were changed, that would change everything. It would change your perception of them; it would change their perception of you. Each of you would have different perceptions, experiences, paths.... So you love them because of and in spite of.

Like a rock thrown into a pond; the point of impact may seem like the point of reference. The outlying ripples are actually the pointS of reference. Cause and effect; what would have been or will still be versus the changes of each other thing which in turn affects still more things other than itself.

All these changes can then still merge back to a future point of reference even thought the present is changing the path of the future that would have been {but might yet still be, even though the path was different}.

It is a string, unbroken, tangled and intercrossed with each other; each string is made up of smaller individual strings with it's own curves and twists inside the large string which is making up the whole but is not the whole thing itself in parts. However, the parts are necessary to make up the whole.

It is a ripple causing yet another ripple which then itself {the new ripple} causing more effects from itself, but because of the orginal. It is an 'alternate' present/future, that was caused by what did {or did not} happen at a certain point in time. The difference in the point of time of origin does not mean that the outcome changes; only that by affecting something or not, there is still an effect.

"No one is ever really dead, only dead to certain times and places. To you, the people who lived before you were born and are now 'dead', but you are also 'dead' to the people born after you."

"I fear it is very hard for you to understand," she said, "but Time is not as you think of it. You think it is a straight line along which you move, so that it is either ahead of you, when you call it the future, or behind you, when you call it the past. But, really, it is more like a vast wheel turning and you...and I are on different parts of the rim."

"The book explained that Time is like a great wheel and that at the centre of every wheel, however fast it spins, there is always one point where it is still."

"I suppose, if you accept this Wheel of Time business," he said thoughtfully, "then it would make sense. The two halves of a wheel are always going in opposite directions so where they meet in the centre there would have to be a bit that wasn't moving either way."

"Then you will understand that to go from one part of the Wheel to another, you must pass through the centre where Time is for ever still. To do this takes very great concentration. You must be able to separate your mind completely from the time you are in."

{These excerpts, in quotations, are from "The Ghosts" by Antonia Barber, 1969 original copyright.}

What does all this mean? That I shouldn't talk philosophy on the messenger while writing my blog. Talk about seque....



BaronessK 52F

5/30/2006 1:08 pm

I can understand it...it just figuring out how to use it, what to do...well, actually right this minute I am sure what I have to do -- get off the computer and get ready for work! *L* Catch ya on the flip side of my brain, silkditty!

*P.S. It'll get better; it always does. Remember: Perspective, perspective, perpective.*


rm_anacortes 74M
2850 posts
5/30/2006 9:09 pm

When I say peace,
may the wind float your dreams to the heavens.
When I say love,
may the storms that you thought were many,
may they disappear and be cast aside.

YESSSSSSSSSSS LET US THINK... LET US SHARE..


BaronessK 52F

5/31/2006 5:18 am

kittenkisses, there's also the old saying "The Lord will only give you what you can handle. {I just wish he didn't trust me so much....}


BaronessK 52F

6/1/2006 4:53 am

anacortes...peace...love....


BaronessK 52F

6/1/2006 4:59 am

I feel the songs...empathy and all, mzhuny. The only ones that ever almost made me 'lose it', though, were "I miss my friend." by Darryl Worley, "Paint me a Birmingham." by Tracy Lawrence, and the one about Has anyone seen my old friend John? Of course the one about missing my friend was about John Mark after he died; the one about has anyone seen, again John...was in Wally World when it came over the speakers, at 3 in the morning, the night I got back from Mississippi and the funeral.

Paint me a Birmingham, well, J is a painter and he lives in Birmingham; he doesn't like the song, but it always reminds me of him, of what could happen if I don't treasure every moment I have with him. I could, if I had to, 'get over' him; but while we are together I want to make the most of every moment of our relationship...so that it doesn't become a sad 'sad song'. Memories are what makes up life; and memories are what we leave behind.


BaronessK 52F

6/6/2006 2:27 am

A Case of Celestial Indigestion by intierzha on his blog posting almost same time {his was about a day later according to time stamp on site; maybe same time, depends on time zones and all, ya never know!}. PLEASE go see his blog -- I have him on my watched list! As for the poem fitting in with my post...like I said...well, like I said! *LOL*

"'Alternate Lives'

The moment fades...
And choices are made.

A door opens and another closes
Maybe a window slams shut.
A spill causes a spark that sets
a fire...
Infinite times infinite times.

But once... it never happened.
This time, it did not occur
Mayhap it happened but merely
slightly changed
Repeated times infinite times.

A decision lingers...
And what must cannot be

A tumble down some stairs
Or a slip across a floor..
Alters a meeting of chance
Or another's destiny
Infinite or even divided this time.

But once.. it did happen
Frankly, it did occur.
And really it could have happened
Although slightly changed
Infinite and divided several times.

Call it whimsy
Call it hope
Or even fantasy
Still, what is
was not and, in the end,
may be.

A thought is altered...
And nothing is said that should

A plane lands on time
Another canceled or delayed
A car decides to stall
On the other hand, works just fine.
Once, twice, or any number of times.

These things could occur
And certainly should...
were supposed to happen
Yet, it multiples instead of divides
Infinite times infinite times.

Is it lunacy?
Is it fallacy?
Or just indigestion?
Maybe, one day at the edge of time
it was
Perhaps even celestial inebriation.

A life is changed...
Except it is not.

A kiss that leads to more
Hugs that mean just friends
Hope replaces misery
Or life remains the same
Repeating infinitely upon a
Inverted fractal a couple of times.

Some know truth that seems a dream
Others wonder about old cliches.
Joy comes with the wisdom
Of seeing lives that could
or could not be
It happens in an instant infinite
upon infinite times.

Call it what you will
Call it complete lunacy
A ridiculous extant of an epiphany
fueled by hopeful delusion
Infinite times infinite times.

Or it could be indigestion...
Darn anchovies.

C."


intierzha 43M

6/6/2006 11:31 pm

After re-reading the post, I am definitely going to have to post the story that was inspired by the poem... prolly get to it tomorrow, and post it in two parts.

To me, we are all connected temporally and I think we have it in us eventually to become aware of the 'past', the 'future' and alternate versions thereof. We will evolve... I hope, lol.

C.


BaronessK 52F

6/7/2006 9:49 am

We will evolve, some of us; it's the ones that are devolved {is that a word?! *L*} that 'worry' ME! It all takes 'time'...in one way or another....


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