tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post759787784734993891..comments2023-05-30T05:48:26.542-07:00Comments on Lovesick Soul: Romance be ItYedid Nefeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05768603382212408288noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post-78631621038598168682011-09-13T15:12:53.385-07:002011-09-13T15:12:53.385-07:00@david on the lake: Or we can be like the devil bi...@david on the lake: Or we can be like the devil biting the human....Yedid Nefeshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05768603382212408288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post-47019441652715626492011-09-13T08:57:50.712-07:002011-09-13T08:57:50.712-07:00Go with your date to The Met and see how he reacts...Go with your date to The Met and see how he reacts to different paintings.<br /><br />This happens to be a pretty intense painting and kind of hard not to be struck by the rawness of the human qualities portrayed. I think we're all like Dante in the background whose expressions sums it up.David_on_the_Lakehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16755322374991538262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post-81887094614709986432011-09-12T06:28:07.482-07:002011-09-12T06:28:07.482-07:00Very often the concept of shidduchim sucks the rom...Very often the concept of shidduchim sucks the romance out of life as one is boiled down to a heap of questions that cannot be answered. Where art romance? Let's pretend the guy is seeking a soulmate, not a questionnaire. <br /><br />Dante's Inferno is pretty interesting stuff.Princess Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17217157534383672867noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post-69354785842920865652011-09-11T19:09:40.300-07:002011-09-11T19:09:40.300-07:00"We cannot tell each other about it. It is th..."We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all."<br /><br />Im happy but frustrated to know that there is someone out there who was able to express verbally something I deeply believe in yet have never been able to express. (and the concept he describes so well might be why I have very little tolerance to people's thoughts and reactions at times, some things just do not need to be said)Yedid Nefeshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05768603382212408288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2441769948981888005.post-85366610661971151332011-09-11T18:58:28.288-07:002011-09-11T18:58:28.288-07:00Beautifully put, and a beautiful painting! To quot...Beautifully put, and a beautiful painting! To quote C.S. Lewis, who captured what you're expressing far better than I ever could:<br /><br />You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all...Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw -- but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported....<br /><br />Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling...of that something which you were born desiring and which...you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it -- tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But it if should really become manifest -- if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself -- you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say 'Here at last is the thing I was made for.' We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.<br /><br />Friendship arises out of mere Companionship when two or more of the companions discover that they have in common some insight or interest or even taste which the others do not share and which, till that moment, each believed to be his own unique treasure (or burden). The typical expression of opening Friendship would be something like, "What? You too? I thought I was the only one."<br />... It is when two such persons discover one another, when, whether with immense difficulties and semi-articulate fumblings or with what would seem to us amazing and elliptical speed, they share their vision - it is then that Friendship is born. And instantly they stand together in an immense solitude.Primum Non Nocerehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01928564781704168333noreply@blogger.com