A Very Good Day
This, I think, has been a very good day. Well, if I didn't, it wouldn't be in the title. I watched a lot more Babylon 5 for one thing--oooh, that show is so good. It's like watching the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place, the plot slowly coming together...the Shadows are rising. The next two seasons are gonna be quite the ride indeed.
Blew a lot of fireworks up today--it's why I love this holiday. I mean, you don't get explosives for Christmas, do you? No, no you don't. Not unless you belong to a psychopathic terrorist cult that likes Christmas. Really, really likes Christmas. I think I have a rather disturbing love of seeing things violently tear themselves apart with noise and flashing light.
But...I think what really made my day was the talk I had with my father, as we were detonating the last of our munitions. There was a time, not that long ago, when I would have said he was what was wrong with my life, that he was...monstrous, horrible. Now, I see how much alike we really are. How stubborn we are, how dedicated in our own ways. Like me, I think he would rather bite his tongue and die than be pushed away from his chosen path. Something I understand quite well.
We talked a lot about just...what it is to be us, to be human. To live with the unique mindsets we've been given, that great and terrible gift of being able to see a different point of view. And the fact that we refuse, no matter the incentive given, to shift away from that perspective, to the one dictated by the masses. In a way, he's the greatest, proudest...bravest man I know. He fights on for what he believes he must do, no matter what. I only hope that someday I have that courage. I'm going to need it, I think.
It is a strange and wondrous world out there, full of all sorts of things. It's all in how you face it. It's all in how you see it.
Blew a lot of fireworks up today--it's why I love this holiday. I mean, you don't get explosives for Christmas, do you? No, no you don't. Not unless you belong to a psychopathic terrorist cult that likes Christmas. Really, really likes Christmas. I think I have a rather disturbing love of seeing things violently tear themselves apart with noise and flashing light.
But...I think what really made my day was the talk I had with my father, as we were detonating the last of our munitions. There was a time, not that long ago, when I would have said he was what was wrong with my life, that he was...monstrous, horrible. Now, I see how much alike we really are. How stubborn we are, how dedicated in our own ways. Like me, I think he would rather bite his tongue and die than be pushed away from his chosen path. Something I understand quite well.
We talked a lot about just...what it is to be us, to be human. To live with the unique mindsets we've been given, that great and terrible gift of being able to see a different point of view. And the fact that we refuse, no matter the incentive given, to shift away from that perspective, to the one dictated by the masses. In a way, he's the greatest, proudest...bravest man I know. He fights on for what he believes he must do, no matter what. I only hope that someday I have that courage. I'm going to need it, I think.
It is a strange and wondrous world out there, full of all sorts of things. It's all in how you face it. It's all in how you see it.
posted by Jonathan at 10:10 PM
4 Comments:
I think you should be careful. This post may give a certain Mad Cackler ideas he doesn't need to have (terrorists who love Christmas and give explosives as gifts).
Ooooops. Yeah, he really doesn't need more encouragement as far as the whole 'world domination with explosives' thing goes.
What, you're skipping Mars? No fair, I wanted Mars.
Well, okay. But as long as I get Mars to experiment with...*rubs hands together gleefully* Psi-Corp, here I come.
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