A Change of Perception

If you don’t know this already, I have an eye problem. I see in paradoxes, quite literally (possibly figuratively). My sight, as it stands, is not that bad. It’s around -1. But here is the kicker! Kick! I have a defect! WHAT? A defect. It’s true, I am not perfect. My eyes don’t see together and therefore I see double. So, I am seeing double, but I am really only looking at one thing. Two opposing views that create a truth? Ha! I’m brilliant. Or O.D.D.

But, in this 2D world, I have been forced to conform and get glasses to correct my paradoxical nature. Which, for the most part, I enjoy. It is much easier to see when you aren’t seeing double. It should also be noted that I only got glasses to correct this issue about a year ago or less. So before that my brain had gotten pretty good at ignoring the extra vision. Though before I got the glasses it had been getting worse and during that time I noticed that I was more sheepish because I could not see people, so I wouldn’t look up, etc…

But, after the glasses, I regained a visual confidence that I had lost. I was free to enjoy the world of single-vision-ness. Today, I forgot to wear my glasses. And it all came creeping back. The true pain, the cross of the paradox, that I must bear so that I can inform you! of the great paradoxes of life. Love me, because without my glasses, I need a confidence boost.

That’s all for this forgetful four-eyed frere,
The Soveran

PS - I changed the template and put in very important dates to remember!

Marriage–A Lifetime or a Minute

It just occured to me, while thinking about the traditional definition and status of marriage, that silence is often equated to a static state (sssssssssssss!). But I wonder if silence doesn’t provoke change.

Let me go through this. Marriage, at least in its traditional sense, is a failing institution (please note, I say this as I am about to get married in 5 days). There is always this throwback to the 50s when, well goshdarnit, things just made more sense. There wasn’t so much filth in the world and frankly, we will never be that happy again. In fact, heaven, might actually resemble the 50s and a good Christian nuclear family…

Okay, okay, nothing about what I am saying is all that new or creative. But, from what I understand, what came in the 60s is a reaction to the silence. I suppose we could separate silence and say… some oppressive force… but lets not. Silence works, either way.

I was just thinking–barring a discussion on homosexual marriage–that there are certain parties, and I heard them on CBC Radio today, that want to keep marriage locked up–keep it silent. There ain’t no problems here, just leave us alone, we were fine before all you… ruffians showed up. The problem is, the ruffians want in and how do you stop a ruffian? Well with a hose spraying water, but you have to remember that we are in Pilgrim-village and these sort of advancements have been largely rejected…

Okay. So, I am rambling. I believe in marriage, but not just (and I mean just) the 50s version, but every version. Like language, what a good comparison, it is a living and growing thing. I think my marriage may in fact resemble the marriage that was so adored in years past, how could it not, but it won’t be limited either.

Drink milk, love life.

PS - I found out this morning that my, what I thought was, a first edition of Gone with the Wind is nothing more than a fake! Mine has Roman numerals and not numbers… but it looks the same, so I will keep telling people it is a first edition. So, if I tell you it is, just smile and believe everything I say.

PPS - If you know any good places to go in Montreal, let me know!!!

A Moment of Silence for Pluto

Who do we think we are?

Hey, you! Ya, you! You aren’t a planet, you slow dwarf sphere! You are too far away from us to fit in with the regular crowd. WE of the planet EARTH, knower of all knowledge, keeper of all Grandma’s keepsakes, here and now reject you from the system of our solar star. You, Pluto, are not fit to be held within the oval rings of our self-centered universe!

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A Thought on Death

The other day I was reading the CBC website and–I wish I had saved the link, but I didn’t and I don’t feel like searching for the article–apparently, after a bronzed day of fighting Canadian (Allied) troops in Afghanistan were allowing Taliban fighters to retrieve their dead. Which is significant. Even in the guerilla warfare of Afghanistan has some semblance of a gentleman’s war. I suppose it’s good for civilian morale and respectful. But, I guess it really made me realize that beyond the pratical need to be respectful, death is powerful. Enough to stop two enemies in order that proper respects to the individual lives, even if we consider those lives to be terrorist or terrible. What a bizarre world we live in.