Humor Emerges, Like The Predictable Yet Magnificent Sunrise
May 31st 2007 05:36
Some things just ARE. Digestion, ocean waves, breath, autumn leaves, menstruation, teens moving away from parents, sunsets, and sunrises, for instance. All this is a part of what I fondly call the Rhythm of Energy.
The sunrise is particularly spectacular to me, as it has been through the millennia. For sentient ones, the lore of mythology has been replaced by the explanation of science. However one frames it, abstracts it, reduces it, or otherwise incorporates it into their personal reality, the sunrise is ceaseless in its consistency.
Awesome, that. I typically wake while it is still dark just so I can sip my coffee and be with the lightness as it slowly merges out of the night-time.
Moods and emotion seem rhythmic, ceaseless, consistent, and like the sunrise. As certain in their arrival as they will be when they fade into the next frame. From joy to anger to humor to sadness to denial to anomie to frustration to resentment to complacency, and on and on. What I know is that sooner or later I will taste each and every one of these feelings and experiences. And that none will last, for better or worse.
They will leave and they will return, and I find that different than one emotion or the other ‘lasting’. That becomes a chronicity that does not fit into my world.
As many know, I find great value in humor. It works for me on many levels, not the least of which is preventing me from taking nearly anything too seriously. Again, for better or for worse.
So, you can imagine my joy and excitement when my humor returns, emerging like the predictable yet magnificent sunrise.
deorre
The sunrise is particularly spectacular to me, as it has been through the millennia. For sentient ones, the lore of mythology has been replaced by the explanation of science. However one frames it, abstracts it, reduces it, or otherwise incorporates it into their personal reality, the sunrise is ceaseless in its consistency.
Awesome, that. I typically wake while it is still dark just so I can sip my coffee and be with the lightness as it slowly merges out of the night-time.
Moods and emotion seem rhythmic, ceaseless, consistent, and like the sunrise. As certain in their arrival as they will be when they fade into the next frame. From joy to anger to humor to sadness to denial to anomie to frustration to resentment to complacency, and on and on. What I know is that sooner or later I will taste each and every one of these feelings and experiences. And that none will last, for better or worse.
They will leave and they will return, and I find that different than one emotion or the other ‘lasting’. That becomes a chronicity that does not fit into my world.
As many know, I find great value in humor. It works for me on many levels, not the least of which is preventing me from taking nearly anything too seriously. Again, for better or for worse.
So, you can imagine my joy and excitement when my humor returns, emerging like the predictable yet magnificent sunrise.
deorre
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