Abdulrahman, don’t flap about not finding a thread dear man. I read your article and enjoyed your connections, it’s great, and spending time on the floor watching whatever is fine, providing that you do get up and do other things as well. I like the breadth of your quotations, it highlights places for me to go and read around. Thank you.
I wonder if a lot of "lost" time is missing a person we once were. Sometimes I miss my 19-year-old self, but I wouldn't go back to that age. (Except the knees. I might give something for knees that are 30 years younger.) I think this is often what happens in the loss of a long-term relationship. It *is* the death of a self, the self the person was within that relationship. We have to find a new self.
I should read more Spinoza. Always so much wisdom there.
But thinking again of this essay/post/newsletter, I wanted to pinpoint it to a singular thread and I think I’m failing, which is somehow how I intend it to be. If you were to find a thread all along it, what would it be? What is this article’s main topic? Hah
(I’m thinking now: I’m writing stuff I can’t describe. 🙃)
I’m afraid that describes much of my work, too, so I might not be the best person to come up with an answer! I’m tempted to directly quote Marcel Proust’s life’s work: “In Search of Lost Time.” In a way, this essay meanders through life-thoughts in a similar way to his book. Is there such a thing as lost time, or is it just memory?
This reminded me of quotes of Spinoza’s I’ve come across, like “We feel and experience ourselves to be eternal.” I should find the context of that.
Abdulrahman, don’t flap about not finding a thread dear man. I read your article and enjoyed your connections, it’s great, and spending time on the floor watching whatever is fine, providing that you do get up and do other things as well. I like the breadth of your quotations, it highlights places for me to go and read around. Thank you.
Keep pulling your thoughts together 🥰
Thank you Jane. You're so generous.. 🙏🏼
I wonder if a lot of "lost" time is missing a person we once were. Sometimes I miss my 19-year-old self, but I wouldn't go back to that age. (Except the knees. I might give something for knees that are 30 years younger.) I think this is often what happens in the loss of a long-term relationship. It *is* the death of a self, the self the person was within that relationship. We have to find a new self.
I should read more Spinoza. Always so much wisdom there.
I never read Spinoza, and maybe I should too.
But thinking again of this essay/post/newsletter, I wanted to pinpoint it to a singular thread and I think I’m failing, which is somehow how I intend it to be. If you were to find a thread all along it, what would it be? What is this article’s main topic? Hah
(I’m thinking now: I’m writing stuff I can’t describe. 🙃)
I’m afraid that describes much of my work, too, so I might not be the best person to come up with an answer! I’m tempted to directly quote Marcel Proust’s life’s work: “In Search of Lost Time.” In a way, this essay meanders through life-thoughts in a similar way to his book. Is there such a thing as lost time, or is it just memory?
This reminded me of quotes of Spinoza’s I’ve come across, like “We feel and experience ourselves to be eternal.” I should find the context of that.