All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal. I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns, as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it.
~ “Ernest Hemingway”, Midnight in Paris
So I recently discovered that you can’t have more than 15 tags + categories, otherwise no one sees your posts, which I actually found out due to my other blog. I usually get likes on the photos I post there, so when I wasn’t getting any likes on some, I looked for them under the tags and they didn’t show up. After much searching, I found that tag rule, and fixed the photos on that blog. However, I then realized I may have done the same thing on this blog, and as it turns out, I did. On several posts. So I wanted to give those posts a chance to be seen. Which means, in addition to deleting some of the tags, I had to change the date/time that it was posted to current, since people don’t go back and look at things that are days, much less months, old. So, for those of those that follow my blog, I hope you didn’t get a flood of new emails for the same posts, and if you did, I’m sorry. And to everyone else, sorry they’re all out of order and stuff…not that you care, but ya know. So yeah. Y’all might not notice, but if you do, I’m sorry.
When I was in primary school I used to fake naps just to skip piano lessons, which made me a better actress than a musician today. Who knew what music could have taught me about love, patience, and the mercy of time? I could have been a goddamn virtuoso.
There are different approaches to love. My first love was embraced with naïve urgency: we kissed, touched, talked, and swallowed each other as if a tin of Pringles. I can never have snacks around me. Since I was a child I was taught to always finish my food, and I must finish it fast. Most of the time I got sick and threw up. Eating chips – as if loving me, felt like a job, a duty, a chore. I tried to keep up with your melody until the metronome stopped – as if even pendulum and…
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,900 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.