I’ve been gone a while, which is fairly normal for this time of year. It’s the end of the debate seasons as well as lots of travelling for personal reasons. Returning to a groove is difficult to do.
In any case, I was in Charlotte last weekend for the wedding of a former debater. I was a little nervous since I had not seen many of these people in years since I moved away from TX and then again from the move away from DC. But, it all went well. Friends are wonderful, no matter the wrong (within limits, obvi) or the time apart we seem to come together and leave it all behind.
The wedding also marked a nice refresher course in the power of boldness. Most of my life has been spent as a timid adult. Lately, I have been working on being less timid, constantly reminding myself that Fortune Favors the Bold. So, I’ve been jumping into the First Class Line at airports, telling Karl Rove “no thanks, go ahead, I’ll take the next elevator down” and just overall making an ass of myself. And to show for this new outlook I have new friends from all over the country as well as some stories to (not) tell.
To better summarize, I present Henry Miller:
Example moves the world more than doctrine. Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
Art is only a means to life, to the life more abundant. It is not in itself the life more abundant. It merely points the way, something which is overlooked not only by the public, but very often by the artist himself. In becoming an end it defeats itself.
Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. In the attempt to defeat death man has been inevitably obliged to defeat life, for the two are inextricably related. Life moves on to death, and to deny one is to deny the other.
Moralities, ethics, laws, customs, beliefs, doctrines – these are of trifling import. One of the reasons why so few of us ever act, instead of react, is because we are continually stifling our deepest impulses. All that matters is that the miraculous become the norm.
Imagination is the voice of daring. If there is anything Godlike about God it is that. He dared to imagine everything. The man who looks for security, even in the mind, is like a man who would chop off his limbs in order to have artificial ones which will give him no pain or trouble.