Pumpkins search for Love

I gaze out over the sea of pumpkins, an endless expanse of autumn. Families with small children excitedly leading the way navigate through row after row searching for the perfect addition to their holiday decor. Each pumpkin straightens up and puffs out in an attempt to appear flawless. Each turns to hide his imperfections from passersby while the small squash in the middle cry out in hopes of being noticed. The children cannot hear the pleas which reach my ears and break my heart. The pumpkins all try to glow a little brighter than their brothers. Each holds his breath waiting for the giddy squeal of some effervescent child as she cries, "Daddy, Daddy! This one!" The pumpkin is then scooped up into the child's little arms or onto the father's strong shoulder where it breaths a sigh of relief and snuggles into the safe embrace of someone who believes it is special. The others watch their brother leave and feel the wind a little more. A collective chill runs through them as the sun falls in the sky and time continues to pass.

An Experiment in Dada (featuring Melville)

Moby Dick -Herman Melville

page 194 Chapter XLII

The Whiteness of the Whale

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A Lack of Weight

It has recently become incredibly apparent to me that most of the people surrounding me attempt to escape from anything deep, meaningful, or passionate. They want to keep it light, to obsess about things that don't matter. They escape the heavy burden of thought and live weightless, meaningless lives. In the Unbearable Lightness of Being, Kundera asserts that "The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to earth, the more real and truthful they become." My design in creating this blog is to face the beautifully weighted gift of intelligent thought, to feel the passionate fire which cannot be felt without pain but without which life has no meaning, to bring companionship to the passionate minds lost in an insipid world. Let us bond together in this plight.