The Reverie Repository

A storehouse for musings, daydreams, and ruminations.

“Every story is a travel story- a spatial practice.” 

                                    -Michel de Certeau, “The Practice of Everyday Life”

Every time a person dies, a library goes up in flames.

Every time a person dies, a library goes up in flames.

One grows old seeing the world from behind the spine of a book.  

…The most gifted among us is feeble in mind against the brutality of incomprehensibility that assaults us from all sides. And so we try, as best we can, to do justice to the tremendousness of our improbable existence. And so we live, as best we can, for ourselves, or who will live for us? And we live, as best we can, for others, otherwise what are we?

Goldstein, Rebecca (2009). 36 Arguments for the Existence of God: A Work of Fiction (p. 346). Vintage. Kindle Edition. (via scribbledehobble)

It is better to know how to learn than to know.

Dr Seuss (via dagautier)

The Beautiful Disorder

                    

The second law of thermodynamics states that all processes tend to increase entropy, or disorder.  It is a curious law that contains existence itself.  It explains why we age- why things “are.” 

The law reverberates rather differently within the concept of thought, which is a little out-of-bounds of the second law.  We take the swirling mass of “what is,” or abstract truth, and order it.  We take the disordered mess of knowledge and produce ideas, or thought.  We attempt to order the disorder of our universe within the confines of how we understand- ideas. The second law flows in reverse:  entropy (disorder) to order.  This fact is our innate rebellion against the disorder and chaos of existence.  

Pygmalion Predicament

             

No man would object to his own Galatea, in whom he finds a personal resonance and connection, but most of us simply lack the slab of ivory.  People desire companionship and stability.  Intimacy, at its foundation, is vulnerability “behind closed doors.”  Most associate the term “intimacy” with physical expressions of love, but intellectual intimacy is the ivory that crafts one’s Galatea.  

Give me your life vision- the pulse of your existence, and I give you my hands and chisel.  Physical intimacy and intellectual intimacy are inherently similar:  exchange (of fluids or ideas), (emotional or physical) vulnerability, and (artistic or pro-) creation.  I seek not the “sculpted” woman, but rather the woman with whom I will sculpt “art.”