Scent of a flower we have not yet found.
Apr. 13th, 2009 09:09 pmOver the last few days, I've been finding torn pages from a copy of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe fluttering in the street, stuck in trees, etc., as well as page fragments from a Dragonlance novel. That tugs at me in an odd way. That, and belief in unicorns.
Elizabeth and I browsed through Youtube before bed. We watched the opening credits of The Last Unicorn, which she recently declared as the "best movie I ever watched!" This video led to clips of the unicorns from the live-action film, Legend. which prompted Elizabeth to say, "Unicorns are real? I thought they were make-believe!"
I replied, "I think they put a horn on a white horse, to pretend, for a movie."
She looked at me seriously, and said that no, she was very sure it was real. I said, I didn't think it was, and she did the little eye-roll thing that all children do to their parents, sooner or later.
I admit that I have no desire to press my six-year-old daughter on her belief in the existence of unicorns. It's a good world to live in, if it has unicorns in it. It put me in mind of C.S. Lewis, and his description of "sehnsucht."
"That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of "Kubla Khan", the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves..."
And, tying this all together, consideration of the fellow who committed suicide last week. Not a friend by any means. A friend of a friend, and someone I'd not met, who seemed to have dedicated his few years of adult life to trying too hard to hold on to something, a bent and battered vision of the "unnameable something" that ended up bringing him grief.
"These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."
The only way to go on, really, is to keep going on.
Elizabeth and I browsed through Youtube before bed. We watched the opening credits of The Last Unicorn, which she recently declared as the "best movie I ever watched!" This video led to clips of the unicorns from the live-action film, Legend. which prompted Elizabeth to say, "Unicorns are real? I thought they were make-believe!"
I replied, "I think they put a horn on a white horse, to pretend, for a movie."
She looked at me seriously, and said that no, she was very sure it was real. I said, I didn't think it was, and she did the little eye-roll thing that all children do to their parents, sooner or later.
I admit that I have no desire to press my six-year-old daughter on her belief in the existence of unicorns. It's a good world to live in, if it has unicorns in it. It put me in mind of C.S. Lewis, and his description of "sehnsucht."
"That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of "Kubla Khan", the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves..."
And, tying this all together, consideration of the fellow who committed suicide last week. Not a friend by any means. A friend of a friend, and someone I'd not met, who seemed to have dedicated his few years of adult life to trying too hard to hold on to something, a bent and battered vision of the "unnameable something" that ended up bringing him grief.
"These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited."
The only way to go on, really, is to keep going on.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:38 am (UTC)Her Dad, doc_mystery subsequently muttered, "I guess we're not virgins, then." (Apparently, only virgins can see unicorns. I did not know that).
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:40 am (UTC)Say, if Brian isn't a virgin, why is he still playing D&D? ;)
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:59 am (UTC)And it's entirely possible that we're a few decades away from the technical ability to splice genes and make unicorns. This will really make push come to shove, because then people will need to decide whether unicorns, dragons, and all the rest are still as magical when they are breathing, crapping, snoring reality.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:28 pm (UTC)Lee.
Living Unicorns
Date: 2009-04-14 08:01 pm (UTC)Zell Unicorn (http://www.google.com/search?q=zell+unicorn&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a)
There y'go.
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:02 pm (UTC)Zell Unicorn (http://www.google.com/search?q=zell+unicorn&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8&aq=t&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&client=firefox-a)
There y'go.
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Date: 2009-04-14 01:11 pm (UTC)That depends whether or not they'll be traipsing in a wood somewhere, or just sort of trotting about a paddock, cropping grass. Any animal loses its mythic qualities when you can feed it peanuts.
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:44 am (UTC)Or Carcosa?
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Date: 2009-04-14 06:02 am (UTC)If you can find it, the screenplay Legend of Darkness that the film Legend was based on is so much more awesome. It's too awesome. They had to make the movie less awesome so that they wouldn't blow people's minds.
The book thing is neat too. My brother told me a few months ago, that Dragons of Winter Twilight was the first novel he ever read. Ever. He's an author now, too. ^.^
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Date: 2009-04-14 01:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-14 02:06 pm (UTC)Lee.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:15 pm (UTC)The film might not have been more coherent, but the outdoor scenes might have been more... outdoorsy?
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:27 pm (UTC)Lee.
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Date: 2009-04-14 06:10 pm (UTC)It was awesome.
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Date: 2009-04-14 08:38 am (UTC)Those that don't have the stage fright tend to be real jerks though.
They shun the non-believers, Charlie. They shun them. ;)
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Date: 2009-04-14 01:44 pm (UTC)They just didn't get on the Ark when it started raining. Neither did the Dragons and Mermaids. They all drowned!
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:16 pm (UTC)How are you, today?
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:52 pm (UTC)Generally, though, I'm doing much better lately than over the past few years, so that is an improvement!
Sort of moved from a "sucky / neutral" to a "neutral / occasional bright spot"...
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:55 pm (UTC)Bright spots are good. :) Were the last few years that bad? You never mentioned it much, aside from work woes.
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Date: 2009-04-15 02:57 am (UTC)Well, things have/had been a little bit touch and go for quite a while, in a personally depressing kind of a way, not life circumstances per se, but more that undefined "sehnsucht" kind of a thing, which was why your post and the wiki entry were rather enlightening.
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Date: 2009-04-14 03:54 pm (UTC)Take Two
Date: 2009-04-14 02:12 pm (UTC)It's sad when a dream dies. It's even sadder when a dreamer dies because they can't achieve their dream. I've been dancing pretty close to that flame for most of my life, so I know how heartbreaking it can be. I wish I knew words that could make the interminable wait more bearable, but somehow, it always winds up coming out 'just one more day'.
Hope your day is going well, sirrah.
Lee.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:35 pm (UTC)And, you're a good fellow. That counts for lots.
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Date: 2009-04-14 02:33 pm (UTC)For whatever reason, this quote has stuck in my head. I read this post last night, and I still woke up with this quote in my head this morning. And it makes me smile, so... thanks. :)
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Date: 2009-04-15 07:14 pm (UTC)Adam smiled.
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Date: 2009-04-15 07:42 pm (UTC)I wish I could remember what it was he said. He takes such unexpected things and puts them together in interesting ways.
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