This time thing

Time is passing and we all go down the same street with it. I was thinking a lot about this wonderful term “time will show” or another version “let’s see what time brings”. Well, actually time doesn’t bring you anything but time. And it doesn’t show you anything either.

It is your own movement, your own decision that in the end makes the difference. All time does is to prevent stasis by constantly moving on. But it doesn’t do anything else. If something in the future happens that turns out to be a lucky circumstance, than this is nothing more. It is only a completely random happening that couldn’t be predicted and one just happens to be at the place where this event takes place. This is then called to be at the right place at the right time.

So in the end, it all comes down to yourself and … well, luck. All time did was to provide a constant flow so that new things can happen at a new moment. Nothing more.

On a different note, yes, we reached the legendary border of 2oo posts on the BLS blog. And Eyal actually managed to lead when it comes to the number of posts. I have no doubt that Hans will try everything he can to climb back to the top again very soon. Because loosing is not an option isn’t it? ūüėČ

It has been quiet here over the last weeks. Too many things happened, too many things that cannot be expressed in simple words on a public blog. But they were important things. The BLS crew moved together even more and this made a lot of things we usually express here unimportant to tell. This blog moved on and developed further. It is an interesting coincidence that this almost fell together with the 2ooth post.

And it was time again that moved us forward… Well, it is an interesting thing with time – isn’t it? And now, that we reach the end of our “time” together at this place that is LIPA, time seems to speed up and run away. Anyway… we shall all meet again at some point this week at our beloved lodge. Stay tuned for more happiness and start writing again. This here must survive future times. Because time is relative…

God, what at shi* :-)

Oh by the way: Today out of nothing, I found an old song again on one of my MDs. Please visit: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8nCCeRPa5E – And for everyone who always wanted to know what I think is art… that√ā¬† for me is… enjoy!

Romance… umbrellas and sporadic rain

This is a small milestone I believe… this is not only the post that puts me ahead of Hans for the first time I think in the history of this Blog (and no doubt he shall post something to put himself back on top soon). But this is also post number 201, in the BrookfieldLodge Blog. So as a celebration I’ve decided to actually use full stops… lord knows they were invented for something I better figure out what it was.

Its about quarter past 2 in the morning… quarter past 3 in Norway and Germany, and I am here pondering romance. Don’t worry I’m not going to go to the Oxford dictionary for this one, mainly because it is my personal belief that the definition of romance is different from one individual to another. I believe that very few people nowadays treat the word romance with the reverence it truly deserves, but again that could be a matter of definition, what one man believes to be romantic another perceives as pathetic, while what the second man believes to be romantic the first man perceives as arrogant. I personally believe that romance is simply the expression of love, and because everyone loves differently and everyone is equally differently romantic that expression cannot be defined by anything specific, and thus comes under the umbrella of Romance. The problem with the word romance is that the umbrella is getting so large that it covers everything underneath it so tenuously, it like the word “love” itself has become dilute. Do I believe myself a romantic… yes. but that has become such commonplace of late that I believe the question should be… do I love conditionally or unconditionally. And the answer to that is I don’t know. And that in itself is not the answer I was looking for when I started writing this. But its honest… and at least thats one step closer to what romance is for me.

Housekeeping.

Any comments on the frontpage? I’m not sure if I like the gray more than the white.. but I thought I’d give it a try for a day or two.

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Screw the dictionary… I’ve got an entire encyclop√ɬ¶dia!

The Encyclopædia Britannica tells me the following:

Friendship is a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behavior between two or more humans. In this sense, the term connotes a relationship which involves mutual knowledge, esteem, and affection along with a degree of rendering service to friends in times of need or crisis. Friends will welcome each other’s company and exhibit loyalty towards each other, often to the point of altruism. Their tastes will usually be similar and may converge, and they will share enjoyable activities. They will also engage in mutually helping behavior, such as exchange of advice and the sharing of hardship. A friend is someone who may often demonstrate reciprocating and reflective behaviors.

That right there, is a real piece of written emotional truth for you.

Although I get much of the same on Wikipedia, it kinda makes me feel bad when it starts going into “types of friendship” and so on. For me, I cannot agree more with the Britannica definition, to me, that is a friend.

Thank you, once again.

Head uP high

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The Oxford dictionary…

… might be a very clever way of finding definitions for everything. It can explain difficult things to us, things we cannot understand, but merely on a language basis. Nothing more, nothing less. There is no emotional truth in any of its definitions. They are only letters that form words. The real truth can only be found in your own heart.

What a strange time this is. Everything we knew up to that point started to move, everything that we perceived as solid basis for life has shifted, is broken apart and shakes to the very foundations. But as oppose to complete destruction, something much stronger is created and grows on the new basis. At the moment we might not be able to see it yet, but when the dust clouds subside, everything will become clearer. The time while we are covered in the darkness of this cloud is difficult and it might be long as well. But with time, the clouds will become less dark and eventually the sun will make its way back into our life.

I found this some time ago:

Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble to remember how to fly.

So I’d say let’s Grow Stronger!