Happiness!

My sister sent this to me today to make me smile... so I thought I'd share the sunshine.

De Profundus

For the Greek gods, in spite of the white and red of their fair fleet limbs, were not really what they appeared to be. The curved brow of Apollo was like the sun's disc crescent over a hill at dawn, and his feet were as the wings of the morning, but he himself had been cruel to Marsyas and had made Niobe childless. In the steel shields of Athena's eyes there had been no pity for Arachne; the pomp and peacocks of Hera were all that was really noble about her; and the Father of the Gods himself had been too fond of the daughters of men. The two most deeply suggestive figures of Greek Mythology were, for religion, Demeter, an Earth Goddess, not one of the Olympians, and for art, Dionysus, the son of a mortal woman to whom the moment of his birth had proved also the moment of her death. But Life itself from its lowliest and most humble sphere produced one far more marvellous than the mother of Proserpina or the son of Semele. Out of the Carpenter's shop at Nazareth had come a personality infinitely greater than any made by myth and legend, and one, strangely enough, destined to reveal to the world the mystical meaning of wine and the real beauties of the lilies of the field as none, either on Cithaeron or at Enna, had ever done.
~ Oscar Wilde

It is truly humbling to read the reverant words of a profligate like Oscar Wilde and realize that in some ways he had a better perspective of the significance of Christ's coming than I do.

Whatever my God ordains is right

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
His holy will abideth;
I will be still whate’er He doth;
And follow where He guideth;
He is my God; though dark my road,
He holds me that I shall not fall:
Wherefore to Him I leave it all.

Whate’er my God ordains is right:
Here shall my stand be taken;
Though sorrow, need, or death be mine,
Yet I am not forsaken.
My Father’s care is round me there;
He holds me that I shall not fall:
And so to Him I leave it all.
~ Samuel Rodigast

Some trust in chariots, and some in horses: but we will remember the name of the LORD our God. They are brought down and fallen: but we are risen, and stand upright. Save, LORD: let the king hear us when we call.
~ Psalm 20:7-9

This dolphin is headed to the sandbox!

But only for a few months. I think I can handle being out of water for that long. =P

Today's Thoughts

Oscar Wilde was probably one of the most brilliant writers ever!

I remembered that Monrovia is the capitol of Liberia (thanks, Dr. B), which made some people think I was smart.

Remembering facts that seem unimportant at the moment can be helpful someday... who woulda thought anyone would ever ask me where Bohemia was (the European one, not the one on LI)?! More importantly, who woulda ever thought I'd remember? =P

Stressing over things beyond our control is obviously ridiculous, but stressing about the things we can control is equally pathetic.

I forgot how much I love getting lost in a good book.

Strawberries make everything better.

NY (only NYC and LI count) is the best of all possible worlds... especially in the summer.

Spiders are preferable to centipedes.

Baking is theraputic.

Black and white movies are best.

I miss my childhood. If I could go back to any time, I would be 13 or 14 again (I think). Life was so carefree.

I hate my job.

Humidity is good.

AC is bad.

The current soundtrack of my life is dissonant, but not in a bad way.

S.O.S. to the world

Just a castaway
An island lost at sea
Another lonely day
No one here but me
More loneliness
Than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despair

Ill send an S.O.S. to the world…
I hope that someone gets my…
Message in a bottle

A year has passed since I wrote my note
But I should have known this right from the start
Only hope can keep me together
Love can mend your life
But love can break your heart

Ooh... message in a bottle
Message in a bottle

Walked out this morning
Don’t believe what I saw
A hundred billion bottles
Washed up on the shore
Seems I’m not alone in being alone
A hundred billion castaways
Looking for a home

Ill send an S.O.S. to the world
Ill send an S.O.S. to the world
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
I hope that someone gets my
Message in a bottle…

I’ve become a bit of a Sting fan in the past year. I was listening to the words of this particular song several weeks ago (it was in my alarm clock CD player and it was the first song, so it kinda entered my subconscious) and it struck me how relevant the song is today. Though written for a prior generation, it may actually be even more accurate now. I mean, how many people would really put a message in a bottle and send it out to sea? A few, maybe… more after the movie came out, probably, but really, what are the odds that such a desperate attempt will be answered? Now, however, millions of people send their message out there on the world-wide-web, in bottles known as “blogs.” Many bloggers (like me) just like to write, and a blog seems like the perfect spot to dump these endless ramblings. There are many blogs out there, though, that are filled with hopeless cries for help. There are so many people “not alone in being alone” out there. Some are teens, just struggling with everyday life, many are singles in search of love, and still others desperately want to find someone else experiencing the same devastating circumstances they are living through, whether it be cancer, the loss of a child, or displacement after a natural disaster. In such cases, people put their hearts on their sleeves, as it were, and “send [their] S.O.S. to the world.” The plus side of blogs is that they are sometimes answered (as least there is a comment section for the possibility of an answer). There will always be some that just wash up on shore, going unnoticed, but the odds are definitely better, and the likelihood of the bottle breaking or water damaging the message is significantly less. =)

So, what does this have to do with anything? Well… nothing, really. Like I said earlier, I like to ramble. You may comment if you wish, otherwise this post can float, untouched, on the endless cyber sea. The subject line is a little misleading... this writer could care less whether or not a single soul reads it.