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Saturday, June 24, 2006
The Son Also Rises
A discussion over at Eschaton reminded me of an anecdote about my fave philosopher, Wittgenstein (treatments here and here). Bottom-line: Luddy mused about how it would look to us if the Earth orbited the Sun, as opposed to the other way around.
Einstein taught us that there is no universal reference point, so how you see the world from where you are truly is everything. Right now I perceive a rather dark, unpleasant world, but I comfort myself with the knowledge (Principle of Induction aside) that the sun will indeed rise tomorrow, even if it doesn't really.
I will most likely be up at sunrise thanks to my furry companions, and then spending the day pondering the Light that was Mom. Blogging might or might not occur late in the evening, but you can at least expect the blogger to rise on Monday.
Peace,
ntodd
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I once eloquently explained to a friend the difference between expectation and hope. Of course, I can no longer remember what I said. But I'll say now that I have hopes for said blogger. Though you continue to amaze me with your strength and humor through all of this, I hope tomorrow is more healing than taxing, and that connecting with all these people who loved your mother feeds your soul.
Posted by: ina | Jun 24, 2006 11:48:50 PM
You'll be in my thoughts tomorrow. And of course, my pack will have me up at about the same time.
Posted by: lavalamp | Jun 25, 2006 12:09:43 AM
I too hope tomorrow is a healing time. I'm sure NTodd's Pa's Wife's Inner Light will help.
Peace to you.
Posted by: flory | Jun 25, 2006 12:27:25 AM
Peace
Posted by: geoduck2 | Jun 25, 2006 12:41:31 AM
Listening right now. Only you could combine such a profoundly different mix of music together! Orff, rap, Peter Gabriel?/Sting?/ Louis Armstrong!!
As a mom, I have wondered what I would like my children to know of me after my death. And all I can say at this moment is I would want them to know my love for them is forever, that I will hold them close in my heart wherever my next big adventure will take me. It is the amazement that I felt when I fell in love with the small infant (so afraid I wouldn't know how), it is the gut wrench I physically felt when they fell down, it is laughing with joy at their jokes, to gaze with delight at their ever-changing faces as they grew up and away.
A mom would want her child to know joy and not to be burdened with too much sorrow. Take good care of yourself. Big hugs to you, NTodd.
Posted by: ellroon | Jun 25, 2006 2:28:00 AM
Somehow you've included us in the celebration of your mother's life. I always loved it when she'd drop in to comment here sometimes. Then you showed us her picture and shared your memories, including her unique spiritual journey. I am truly sorry you've lost her and I will be thinking of you and your family off and on tomorrow. Our larger community grieves with you.
Blessings.
Posted by: Sandy-LA 90034 | Jun 25, 2006 2:46:15 AM
oops, comment should have gone to the post: NToddcast: Stormy Weather And Blue Skies. Excellent Beatles choice at the end, thanks!
Posted by: ellroon | Jun 25, 2006 2:46:56 AM
C'mere and let's discuss Bourdieu, you giant geek I love. The 6-Year-Old today said he thinks you are cool. So his journey towards the dork side is nearly complete...
Posted by: Thers | Jun 25, 2006 4:33:59 AM
That opening line borders on Woody Allen territory, matey. Remember: hope is not the thing with feathers. The thing with feathers is my nephew. We have to send him to a specialist in Zurich.
I hope that today brings some sense of release, that being around so many who loved your mom as much as you and NTodd's Pa (and to a great extent, we who had had the pleasure of knowing her through you and her words here) do.
It was my favorite author Hemingway who said, Yes, the sun rises. But often, not nearly as quickly as we'd like.
And then Gertrude Stein punched me in the mouth.
xoxo
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