tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post8640401211989649018..comments2023-09-22T01:20:19.281-07:00Comments on knot in the string: Advice from 3 hollywood typesS'meehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-16504225920777074452007-03-06T21:31:00.000-08:002007-03-06T21:31:00.000-08:00Actually, I think my rambling response is a pretty...Actually, I think my rambling response is a pretty good indicator that I didn't ponder it nearly <I>enough</I>... ;)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-37173201569231313472007-03-05T22:26:00.000-08:002007-03-05T22:26:00.000-08:00grettir, you're awesome. Thanks for pondering this...grettir, you're awesome. Thanks for pondering this for so long and taking time to try and help me out with it. I totally understand your analogy and it is a good example. It helps a lot to know that other people have had this same experience and have learned from it in a positive way.S'meehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-4011338780840773912007-03-05T16:20:00.000-08:002007-03-05T16:20:00.000-08:00s'mee,I read this entry last week and it has been ...s'mee,<BR/><BR/>I read this entry last week and it has been on my mind ever since. The line that really got me was:<BR/><BR/>"Up until that information hit I <I>thought</I> something was the truth. I took the pill and now I <I>know</I> that everything I felt before <I>wasn't</I> real."<BR/><BR/>I obviously don't know your situation, but I've had a number of "Matrix moments" of my own in the past few years, and I came to the same logical conclusion: "Everything I felt before <I>wasn't</I> real." But, while it's certainly a logical conclusion, it's also the wrong conclusion.<BR/><BR/>Part of the problem is that we often equate the <I>facts</I> of a situation with the underlying <I>truth</I> of the situation. But facts are notoriously squirrely. New facts are revealed, old facts are proven false, and (no matter what) we can never know all of the facts anyway.<BR/><BR/>Because we operate in the real world, this incomplete and imperfect set of facts is usually all we've got to work with. And we're somehow expected to take this incomplete and imperfect set of facts and, with imperfect tools, assemble some sort of "truth" for ourselves. Some framework we can operate in. Some concept of "the way things are."<BR/><BR/>Now, just for the sake of argument, consider this completely fictional and rather extreme example:<BR/><BR/>A man and a woman have two kids. The man loves these kids with all his heart and he spends his entire life working hard to provide for them and raise them to be great human beings. When the oldest child is 20 years old, the child contracts a disease that requires an organ transplant and during the testing to find a suitable donor the man discovers that he is not good match. In fact, he's not a match at all. Neither of his children share any of his DNA.<BR/><BR/>From this he learns that his wife was unfaithful to him twenty-some-odd years ago (and has been unfaithful off-and-on ever since), that his "children" aren't his children after all, and that another man is the "real" father of these children.<BR/><BR/>Up until that information hit, he <I>thought</I> something was the truth. But does it necessarily follow that "everything he felt before <I>wasn't</I> real?" I don't think so. And I dare anyone to reclassify the 20 years of love that man felt for those children as "unreal" or "false."<BR/><BR/>Perhaps what it boils down to is that I'm no longer willing to believe in the ultimate power of lies. I don't believe that lies have the power to reach back in time and make a man's entire life a fraud simply because he was the victim one. I don't believe that lies have the power to take something that was good and real and true and transform it into something ugly and fake and false.<BR/><BR/>Otherwise, we're all just one pill away from meaninglessness.<BR/><BR/>"And so, we go forward in faith..."<BR/><BR/>- grettirAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-4665546271966039192007-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:002007-02-27T19:17:00.000-08:00Melissa, Actually, no, I won't share what threw me...Melissa, Actually, no, I won't share what threw me because it would/could put someone else in the same place I am, and that would be selfish of me. Misery loves company, but I can't go there. Just know that it really messed my head up and others around me as well. But we'll get through it like we always have, because in the end those effected by this have always known that we could count on each other.<BR/><BR/>Thanks anyway. : )S'meehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-81151077222623070152007-02-27T17:55:00.000-08:002007-02-27T17:55:00.000-08:00Interpretation is a fickle thing. When I see that...Interpretation is a fickle thing. When I see that picture, I see a warm, balmy evening, peaceful, soft, lovely. A good feeling. Isn't it amazing how our feelings can paint a picture to represent how we feel.<BR/><BR/>Now, that said, you can't start a story and not get to the plot. What did you discover that threw you for a loop? THAT would be a very good post.<BR/><BR/>Yes, I have had experiences like that and the older I get, the more I realize that I know NOTHING! My mom grew up thinking her birthday was on a certain day, come to find out, it wasn't. Her mom had gotten it wrong.<BR/><BR/>I think that is what life is all about. Finding out that it is not what you thought. I hate that sometimes. I like life to be predictable and safe for the most part.<BR/><BR/>I sure hope that what ever it was (and I am sure you will share it with us) that it will turn into something good in the end.<BR/><BR/>I sure love you and hope you have a wonderful night.hi, it's me! melissa chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05280379007196906037noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-33445425029511311502007-02-27T17:43:00.000-08:002007-02-27T17:43:00.000-08:00Lisa, first, for whatever reason I can't reply on ...Lisa, first, for whatever reason I can't reply on your site, C says she thinks it's my new computer...so I'll work on that.<BR/><BR/>Second HAHAHAHA! What I did between high school and marraige LOL o.k. you asked for it, it will be the next blog! HAHAH!<BR/><BR/>Chronicler, I'll get busy one your ideas also.<BR/><BR/>Hey thanks you guys! Sometimes you just go brain dead ya know?S'meehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12101359854973455791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-22898951897668204602007-02-27T12:30:00.000-08:002007-02-27T12:30:00.000-08:00I loved your little photo thingies you made for th...I loved your little photo thingies you made for the YW class. I wish you'd show us how to make them. <BR/><BR/>Also, along with Lisa, I love you craft room. A peek at the corners would be nice. Maybe we should all do that. Take a picture of a corner in our house and then explain why we have it the way it is.<BR/><BR/>Also, I've always wanted to here you talk about organizing. You're so good at it, I'm sure you have some great tips.Robynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15676098515413550062noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11515373.post-6796204298880271442007-02-27T11:09:00.000-08:002007-02-27T11:09:00.000-08:00I love the photo too, S'mee.Its beautiful & so are...I love the photo too, S'mee.<BR/><BR/>Its beautiful & so are you.<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry you were even offered the red pill. That isn't much fun, is it. I too, have had a simular experience. Perhaps not the same, but something simular, and I too, have not been able to depend on my memories for accurate information, which is really quite unnerving.<BR/><BR/>I wish we could go to lunch. (See, for me it is so always about food), and visit. I long to visit with you, when I can have all your attention. (See, it is all about me, always, always). I long for that, and am determined to make that happen. (maybe I am a stalker, after all)<BR/><BR/>If I could ask for blog entries on subjects, there are about a million I'd like to have your opinons on. <BR/><BR/>For instance... I'd love to know more about you. What you did between high school and marriage? Where did you meet that handsome husband of yours? <BR/><BR/>Have I ever told you, that I love your craft room. I bet that if those walls could talk, they would have a lot to say.<BR/><BR/>My past is so ugly. I try and try and try to make up for it. I wonder if I ever will? I've been thinking about that.<BR/><BR/>Okay. I am done.. rambling. Can you tell I have a fever? We are on day 11, of this lovely illness. I think, if I counted right.<BR/><BR/>*Grin*<BR/><BR/>I love you. No matter what clothes you're wearing or how many holes their are in the fabric. No matter where you come from, where ya been, and how different you feel today than you did a month ago. I'll take the bundle pack, any day of the week.<BR/><BR/>*smooch*Lisa M.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01015215401481176075noreply@blogger.com