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Much Ado About Nothing
by Syzygy.dodkalm
Location: A Basement Flat in Toronto
Age: 23    Sex : F

Children Are Tiresome. 2/25/2006

I've just returned from babysitting a small child (made $45 - woohoo!) and I find myself bearing the foreign emotion of pity for all parents of young children. I offer my condolences to them, and a warning to all prospective parents: NO. Unless you're prepared to give up a huge chunk of your time, money, and sanity, just...NO. I, on the other hand, have too much time, no sanity left anyway, and I get paid to watch the little blighters. So I benefit from their misery. Such is life.

I took a gander at this week's theme: Do I believe in fate?

It really depends on the definition. Dictionary.com says:

  1. The supposed force, principle, or power that predetermines events.
  2. The inevitable events predestined by this force.
  3. A final result or consequence; an outcome.
  4. Unfavorable destiny; doom,

I disagree with this, and with the idea of destiny, as the two are similar enough. My doubt stems mainly from its basis in the concept of time being linear in motion. Not that I know anything about anything, but I've always thought it a neat idea that time doesn't really exist: everything that ever was, is, and will be, is one, and that we simply perceive it all at different speeds. In this sense, everything exists, eternally, in all of its forms, and so we are a part of everything - everything is connected, simultaneous, and whole. The result is that the only thing that is consistent and undefeatable is unity and completion. Disension, the concept of there being a void to fill, and "nothing" essentially do not exist; what they are to us is compacted into every positive emotion or surplus of form and meaning that ever might have filled the same (geographical or relative) location. And in that manner of thinking, the only thing the word "nothing" can logically apply to is itself. Which means it really does exist. Which continues to confuse the hell out of me.

Anyway.

I am made weary by this nonsense I'm spouting. Must return to The Mists of Avalon, as it is due soon (it may well be overdue - I won't know until the library writes, telling me that they've suspended my account because of unpaid fines. It's happened before.)

Am listening to the Brightman/Crawford recording of Phantom: The movie recording is wonderful, but the original owns all. To think, it could have been a legend of equal magnitude, what with the 120-piece orchestra, if they had just added the damn bassline from the original! BAH.



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