Paradigm Shift  

Seriously_Real 49M
1458 posts
6/8/2006 9:10 pm

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Paradigm Shift

The Tree

A seed is dropped onto fertile soil. There is some rain. It begins to sprout. While it pierces the earth on an upward flight, it is tender for a while, susceptible to the ravages of the weather, or birds, or insects, or competing growing things nearby.

The ones that are lucky enough to survive, of course, grow stronger. But they still take a while to mature, to become a tree. During adolescence, they are not invulnerable, either, susceptible to humans and larger forces that care not a whit for its existence. And all during this time, they must have water to grow, effort from nature to bring it to being as an organic thing.

Some, of course, continue to grow and become trees. Some trees take forever to grow, like the cypress. The trees give shelter, a limb for a rope swing, a foundation for a tree fort, or fruit for the hungry. Every one of them is different.

But even the oldest hardwoods are not invulnerable, either. They can be consumed in the flames, blown by the hurricane, withered with pestilence, and even destroyed to make a table. They do not last forever, as nothing living ever does.

While they are there, though, they are strong. The best ones are blessed with life all around it.

The Discovery

While diving in the Mediterranean on holiday one day, the Professor found an outcropping of stones that puzzled him. They looked not as much like stones as they did, well, blocks. Building blocks. Blocks of a building. "This simply cannot be," he said. "This is 30 feet under the sea."

Still, it was what it was. And he returned the next day with his gear to explore. He cleared the debris, and confirmed what he already been thinking. An underwater city? Here!

He had been an explorer all his life, taking up archaeology from the age he was able to use a shovel. He discovered things buried in his backyard, and his friend's backyard, and his neighbor's backyard, and in fact everywhere he went. It was his way to uncover things, and learn all there was to know.

He never tired of the search, never fatigued at the work, but always was left with a strange emptiness at the end of the exploration. All there was to know, he knew. All there was to find, he found. All the exploring was at an end. He needed new discoveries.

And so it was that, on that day he found the building blocks, he found his mind racing a bit with the familiar adrenaline of discovery. But this was oddly different. This was a lost city, it appeared, a place of discovery that was both familiar and uncharted. And the possibilities were endless.

How extensive was the site? That was always the first question. After that, the details would be divined. What was the structure of this place? How did this come to be under the sea, undiscovered? What can we learn of the people who built it? How were they governed? What was the daily life there like? What values did they have? What treasure lay beneath the waves, beneath the false ocean floor taken for granted by so many for so many centuries?

Discoveries of this sort bring work, he realized with a mixture of joy and dread. There is the politics, the coordination, the practical limitations, and the unexpected that always combine to thwart progress in the exploration. He had been through that before, however. He knew what to expect. What he did not know is how it would play in this instance. This could well be the big one, the ultimate journey into the great unkown, and his life's final work.

As many questions as he had, he did know the one thing that he always knew about discoveries such as this: Whatever it was, it had always been there. He was meant to find it when he did. And one day he would find one that would take the rest of his life to learn all he could learn from it.

I am a man who speaks fluent metaphor. I write incessantly of love and its nature.

I have always thought of love as an organic being, growing, requiring care, and luck, and timing to exist.

I'm not so sure of that anymore. I think, perhaps instead, that it does not "grow." The only thing that grows is our understanding of what it is.

Because it is there. It has always been there. It simply has to be discovered.


8337 posts
6/8/2006 9:44 pm

The foundation was there (or not) in communication and chemistry to being with.

From there things can become more elucidated or convoluted.

It depends on what each of the two people want, to what degree each is willing to sacrifice for each other and the relationship.

Even if they are on the same wavelength initially, the interest can wane and sometimes feelings change.

If the relationship is meant to survive, it will.

Those tests that are inevitable will be the final measure.

A few relationships surive them, but most do not.

I do think you have a point though...

If there is to be something out of nothing, it was there all along.


"My every move is a calculated step, to bring me closer to embrace an early death." -Tupac Shakur

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:19 am:
I like the thought and don't disagree with it, either. I think alot of what you are referring to in the relational dynamics is part of the "politics, obstacles and complications" part of the discovery metaphor. People tire of the chore of a relationship after the adrenaline fades; some persevere and will not give up; and some do in fact last if there is enough ALREADY THERE to go with. That's kinda what got me thinking....

Thanks for the comment.

frangipanigal 46F
10406 posts
6/8/2006 10:01 pm

Oh shit, your getting all deep again! You know I am a blonde and it makes my head hurt...(sorry all other offense meant!).

So I'll just ship off to buy a compass and a map and rename myself Christopher Columbus.

Frangi x

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:20 am:
I have no doubt you'll find your new world, sweetheart. Don't let this break your head. It's just some late night musings by me....

rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
6/8/2006 10:15 pm


Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:22 am:
Damn? Do you have any idea how many ways that word can be taken in this context without the benefit of inflection to illuminate the meaning intended? Sigh....

rm_DaphneR 59F
8023 posts
6/8/2006 10:35 pm

Good Lord. I was doing good until I got to Div's comment. I think it shorted out my brain.

Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:23 am:
Well, sweetie, I don't know what to tell you. I can't dumb him down for you....heh.

Smooth_GaL 35F  
424 posts
6/8/2006 10:49 pm

Your depth never cease to amaze me as silly you can get at times when you start like this (your metaphor way)it makes me smile cause i know ure a whiz most of the time it's always been there just dependin on while angle you look at it as everything looks different from different point of view... So to find and to have the right view of things is always a bonus


Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:24 am:
Points of view of the same there's a twist on this I hadn't thought of. Excellent thought, Smooth....thanks for the kudos....

rm_gerson42 53M
2419 posts
6/8/2006 11:30 pm

Yeah, I got caught up in the depth in this one also. Then bam! Hit me. I am the same as the seed that I can grow and gain nourishment from where I need it. The difference being, I have a brain and can think. Well if done properly. Sometimes, when I think I come up with questions or see things. Both of which deserve answers.
To wit... I agree with you again. (had to read all the way to the bottom to get your take)

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:26 am:
And there you go. More agreement from Ger. Yay me!

Mermaidslut 51F

6/9/2006 12:32 am

:::: ~splishes & splashes~ ::::

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:26 am:
taking a bath? It's not even Saturday night...

PurplePeach72 45F  
9199 posts
6/9/2006 6:01 am

Beautifully deep thoughts. I think you are right though, love is always there it is only our perception and knowledge of it that change over time. Love is what it is and never changes.
"The greatest of all these is Love"


Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:29 am:
Thank you for the words, and I agree, of course.

As for the "deep thoughts," it reminds me that My Imaginary's "signature line" on her e-mail includes the following from Jack Handey:

"I think a mistake alot of people make is in assuming that the State-appointed psychiatrist is your friend."

sensually_4ever 43M/F

6/9/2006 7:08 am


yup still haven't recovered my glibness...



Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:31 am:
I had a case of the glibs once...but I drank it all and got in now I'm teetotalling. Yup. That's me. I'm on the glib-wagon.....

Sailor376 64M
2288 posts
6/9/2006 7:11 pm

Your metaphors are apt. I would suggest another aspect of this search or expectation.

A snow or ice sculpture can be exquisitely executed and it is conceivable that the finished sculptural form is every bit as lovely and moving as the "Venus De Milo". Doubtful but possible.
Also ephemeral in nature is a song. Carved air, sculpted and gone just as fast.

In either case what is important, whether sculpted in marble,ice, or air is its emotional content. The common thread of these sculptures is the attempt, the effective attempt at transmitting an emotion from me to thee.

Your tree is ephemeral. The archaeologist,s search is much like the song, in that the satisfaction is in the search and the finding and learning, not the bricks.

The satisfying emotional content of our lives is mayhap the most precious and the most ephemeral of all. It must be savored, and remembered far beyond what embodiment physical or of time lent us this taste. This ambrosia.

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 10:56 pm:
I love this comment. I love it alot.

It is what we bring from me to thee....damn skippy, sailor....damn skippy.

Mermaidslut 51F

6/12/2006 4:53 pm

Seriously_Real replies on 6/9/2006 7:26 am:
taking a bath? It's not even Saturday night...

Silly man,.. not bathing!

It is a Mermaids prerogative, especially in metaphorical Mediterranean waters ... to go swimming..... deep in thoughts.

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