Cracks are Starting to Appear

What I am notincing on a rising scale recently. . .is that what I notice and take in to contemplate appears to only represent the surface area of the subject at hand.

Then. What good is anything I say? To realise this, then to read my what is writ. . .it does not serve as a handbook to the Deeper realms of thought.

Although.

What I am doing serves as a method to get you, the reader, to think over the material as you would if you came up with the material at hand. You might read a passage and think "Nah, that's bollocks.", but then see it, mull it over in your head, and come to a conclusion about it that is satisfactory to you alone. Could I ask for more?

In Making Mountains of Molehills. . .

You know, I usually take a balanced approach to everything I write. However, for the following passage, I must ask your permission for me to let off some steam.

I am finding it increasingly unbearable to hear such phrases as "Ugh, men/women are stupid" or "It's because I'm a woman/man and you're a man/woman." Seriously, if I hear someone say it in earnest, I cannot help but think of telling them to fuck off.

I see this purposeful separation of the sexes as part of the larger problem of forced stereotyping and discrimmination by the larger media, when in reality it doesn't exist. All that does exist is people. If someone in a relationship is acting like a fool, or if there's any contention in a relationship, it's not because of some "failure" of the antagonist's sex, it's becasue of the couple's lack of functionality.

For When There Are No Words

I started this post with some intention of writing about the power of music, but I find myself unsure of where to start.

Most, if not all, people are able to understand that music has an immense power.

I was just wondering about it some time ago: why is the vast majority of music about love?
Then it occurred to me: what other set of emotions moves one person as much as those to do with love and partnership? And it seems that music is the medium of choice to express this love, short of sex.

Through my understanding of emotion, love is something felt. I was part of that cliche of saying "So what they say in songs about feeling love really is true!". Love, to me, is a deep, deep sensation of a longing and near desperation of wanting to be with someone, close and in their presence.

I find such an emotion to be. . .fucking amazing. I find that whole idea fucking amazing, that even being in the space occupied by a loved one can lock ones' attention so much that they forget what they are about to say, or act brashly, or even lose their footing. It actually even grabs the attention of your subconscious, throwing your functions out of wack. . .that's. . .just incredible!

I was subject to this, that's why I'm writing this. It was only for a few seconds. . .

I was walking through a hallway, on my way to class. Our school is pretty crowded, but for a few seconds, the hallway was empty with only me and her at either end of it. She looked at me expectantly, gently gesturing to come along to class. Whatever it was about the empty hallway or the way she was standing or the way she was looking at me. . .it made my knees buckle. They actually went weak.
For just a few seconds, all there was, was her.
A perfect moment.

I swiftly recovered without allaying any suspicion as to what I had just felt. We went to class. What I have written above is how I feel around her. Even if I just think of talking to her or remembering that moment, I get short of breath.

She doesn't know that even happened. She's probably even forgotten that day, that week.
But every detail is crystal clear in my memory.

This is what love can do to you? I'm not even with her, or anyone.

Have I only scratched the surface?

It is through this memory that I can realise why music is generally about love. It is so powerful, that only music can provide satisfaction when there are no more words.