Water On The Moon
There is 24 gallons of water on the moon according to CNN. I don’t know if that is all there is or all there is in the area they checked out. I have been going through a bad few days. My ex let me know how little I mean to her and that ego deflation is always not much fun. If I was a manic depressive then this would be the depressive phase. It makes it very hard to write and care about what is going on around me.
Without love there is very little in life but biological continuity. In fact I would say that without love there is nothing and only the hope of its return sustains us in times when it is absent or minimally present. I think it is biologically impossible to live without its sustaining presence. I am sure it is a quantifiable substance that we have simply not been able to identify. Just as truth is something elusive but essential in the operation of the universe. You expect things to function because that is the truth of the matter. You expect them to want to because they love to do it.
Love is the great motivator. When it is there you know it. When it is turned down to a minimum, it feels like the world is a lonely lost place. Truth is perhaps the crucible through which love passes and life is what it is that we understand the truth of love to be. This is the lesson life teaches. Being in love is the easiest thing in the world. It is not being in love, that is hard. It is the natural thing, a part of human exuberance to be in love, just like we love our children and protect them and nurture them as best we can. It takes a whole lot of negative conditioning to knock that out of us.
Anyway I am waxing maudlin. I am repeating spirituality 101. When I go back to basics like this it usually means I am in a bad way personally. So I am grasping at emotional straws. Reminiscing over the training I had as a teenager on the spiritual commune. I guess some of it did soak into my testosterone addled brains. But what solace it it now? I guess I should go read Boethius and find out. He wrote the Consolation of Philosophy when the barbarian ruler of Rome threw him in prison.
This is from the Wikipedia article
“Boethius writes the book as a conversation between himself and Lady Philosophy. She consoles Boethius by discussing the transitory nature of fame and wealth (”no man can ever truly be secure until he has been forsaken by Fortune”), and the ultimate superiority of things of the mind, which she calls the “one true good”. She contends that happiness comes from within, and that one’s virtue is all that one truly has, because it is not imperiled by the vicissitudes of fortune.”
Boethius was executed after he finished it. He was accused of treason. His book has been called the last great work of classical civilization. He was one of the last still educated in the traditions of the ancient world before the Christian night overwhelmed the rest of the enlightened ancient world. Assuming the ancient world was enlightened. I tend to believe that wisdom is leaving us as knowledge increases. But that might be another conceit.
That is about all I have to say tonight. Perhaps tomorrow I will be able to write again about current events. Until then I will be wandering in the fields of broken dreams, picking up bits and pieces of the pottery, looking to see if I can put any of it together again. Nuff said.