Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Another quaint thing..

Being unable to state specifics is, often, the most troubling of things about blogging. We have the right to expose ourselves in any written way we wish. However, we do not have the capacity, or right to infringe upon others privacy and confidences. It is another's privacy I wish to vent upon. Screaming would be cathartic I think. Alas, it is out of bounds. I watch this other person suffer and have little ability to abate the pain. I can caress, cajole, rationalize, and chat... but, there is nothing which can reduce the suffering which is apparent and inflicting pain on the other. Belief in humanity is failing me now. The beastliness of our dog-eat-dog world wears the walls of optimism upon my mind. Drip by drip of realities watery wear leaves me thinned and cynical. The unjust nature of nature lends more credibility to the axiom that ration and reason are the only guides which lead anywhere worth landing. The pain of "other" impales me. Futility consumes me. The ubiquity of the paradox enthralls me. For the moment, at least, I am floating in the Ether. Emotion feels like weakness. SH (Stoic Heretic)

4 comments:

shane said...

best wishes to ya, buddy--and to the person whose privacy you're protecting!

Counterintuitive said...

Very sorry Trav. While I don't know the specifics, I do understand your failing belief in humanity, the watery wear leaving you thinned and cynical, the pain of the other imapaling you. And your honest expression of these things lessens my own pain just a bit, knowing I'm not completely alone. Thank you.

HH said...

Thanks my decent fellows. Now to curl up into a fetal position, fill a bottle with beer, and suckle until the enthralling peace of sleep overcomes me. I wonder if the wife knows how to swaddle?

Happy Holidays.

SH said...

Missed your insightul and snarky contribution to our exmo sometimes blogger group at Roosters the other night. You (and someone you love) are obviously going through something pretty intense right now and I can only send swaddling thoughts your way. I can take on any personal pain and injustice but when someone I dearly love is going through it, its harder to take. It's so even harder to be the loving witness than personally experience it and I'm sure you would gladly trade places with the one you are protecting if you could. Hang in there Trav! I hope things will work out for the best.