(no subject)

I don't really have any gods, as I've stated on more than one occasion. But I do try to have beliefs, even if faith seems out of reach. Through a half-formed whim, or desperation, or rock bottom, my shoulder tattoos have become central to the myth of being me.

I don't know where I fall on the free will versus fate. (or I do, and I'm not admitting it) There's something seductive about fate, if some inexplicable force has decided I'm fucked, I still am obligated to try my hardest, but it'll always be in vain. It's very, very little surprise I loved studying Ancient Greece.

curse your fates, but don't believe in them

Fall down six times, get up seven.

Ananke. Force, constraint, necessity. Fate, circumstance, inevitability, compulsion.

Ananke is what Prometheus knew about why he stayed chained to the rock. It's what Agamemnon yields to when he sacrifices his daughter. It's a response to baffling, but unavoidable things happening.

We were always going to be here.

We were never meant to survive.

It's not free will that puts me in a place where I'm responsible for every sling and arrow. It is free will to choose to know, and how to react, but it's also a little bit ananke, and it's possible being emotionally raised by wolves is fate and trying to fix it is ananke.

Starting over, again and again. What can I change and what's fixed. How do I stop thinking about sunk costs? Where does "never ever ever give up" fit into being able to let things go, to know when something is someone else's.

what to keep and what to throw away

I waver between giving too much credit to free will and giving it too little. If it's all free will, I jump straight to it's all my fault. It's possible that fate might be other people's decisions.

bonkers for that bare bulb

The moth might be able to decide the angle of her flight, but she never had a chance in hell of deciding her relationship to the flame.

(no subject)

I don't really have any gods, as I've stated on more than one occasion. But I do try to have beliefs, even if faith seems out of reach. Through a half-formed whim, or desperation, or rock bottom, my shoulder tattoos have become central to the myth of being me.

I don't know where I fall on the free will versus fate. (or I do, and I'm not admitting it) There's something seductive about fate, if some inexplicable force has decided I'm fucked, I still am obligated to try my hardest, but it'll always be in vain. It's very, very little surprise I loved studying Ancient Greece.

curse your fates, but don't believe in them

Fall down six times, get up seven.

Ananke. Force, constraint, necessity. Fate, circumstance, inevitability, compulsion.

Ananke is what Prometheus knew about why he stayed chained to the rock. It's what Agamemnon yields to when he sacrifices his daughter. It's a response to baffling, but unavoidable things happening.

We were always going to be here.

We were never meant to survive.

It's not free will that puts me in a place where I'm responsible for every sling and arrow. It is free will to choose to know, and how to react, but it's also a little bit ananke, and it's possible being emotionally raised by wolves is fate and trying to fix it is ananke.

Starting over, again and again. What can I change and what's fixed. How do I stop thinking about sunk costs? Where does "never ever ever give up" fit into being able to let things go, to know when something is someone else's.

what to keep and what to throw away

I waver between giving too much credit to free will and giving it too little. If it's all free will, I jump straight to it's all my fault. It's possible that fate might be other people's decisions.

bonkers for that bare bulb

The moth might be able to decide the angle of her flight, but she never had a chance in hell of deciding her relationship to the flame.

(no subject)

"Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!"

I can't remember the last time I watched Bambi, and I still remember this quote.

(no subject)

"Yes. Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example: You're walking along, minding your own business. You're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of a sudden you run smack into a pretty face. Woo-woo! You begin to get weak in the knees. Your head's in a whirl. And then you feel light as a feather, and before you know it, you're walking on air. And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop, and you completely lose your head!"

I can't remember the last time I watched Bambi, and I still remember this quote.