Like messages, a letter from a younger you. Or like your will, externalized and free. "I don't need to want to do this, because an earlier version of myself dedicated some of her/his time to it and freed me up from that internalized ambition. Thanks, previous me! Now I can devote some of my finite (but not limited) attention to this sandwich."
I have a bit. Not now, maybe later. But I have one (another one. I think that makes three all told. Not all told in this blog post. Earlier. Piece it together. Or don't, whatever.) and it's coming together. It's all moral and clever. It's winning me over, which is odd-I'm not much of a joiner. Even when it's my thing, and I'm doing it. Not a joiner.
Also, having listened to lots of really bad Xmas music (musical war crime/abortion set to music bad), it's occurred to me that Frosty the Snowman's about death. That it's cruel to use a magic hat to bring a snowman to life, knowing that he'll melt so soon. Now, I'm not wed to this-a coworker of mine hypothesized that it's actually a metaphor for Christ (which makes the children god, and the hat...I don't know what the hat is) and the recursive nature of winter represents Christ's inevitable return. And I'm willing to acknowledge the similarities between Frosty's mortality and our own. I may just be a bigot, unable to reconcile the difference between a few months at most (in colder climes) and our own longer, more nuanced lives. It's anthropomorphism, is what it is. Reduced to my scale, and I have no sense of proportion.
I have a bit. Not now, maybe later. But I have one (another one. I think that makes three all told. Not all told in this blog post. Earlier. Piece it together. Or don't, whatever.) and it's coming together. It's all moral and clever. It's winning me over, which is odd-I'm not much of a joiner. Even when it's my thing, and I'm doing it. Not a joiner.
Also, having listened to lots of really bad Xmas music (musical war crime/abortion set to music bad), it's occurred to me that Frosty the Snowman's about death. That it's cruel to use a magic hat to bring a snowman to life, knowing that he'll melt so soon. Now, I'm not wed to this-a coworker of mine hypothesized that it's actually a metaphor for Christ (which makes the children god, and the hat...I don't know what the hat is) and the recursive nature of winter represents Christ's inevitable return. And I'm willing to acknowledge the similarities between Frosty's mortality and our own. I may just be a bigot, unable to reconcile the difference between a few months at most (in colder climes) and our own longer, more nuanced lives. It's anthropomorphism, is what it is. Reduced to my scale, and I have no sense of proportion.
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