Sunday, 20 May 2012

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Multi

    My first bit of work for the Criminal Law collaborative notes is done.  That took a fair amount of time, probably somewhere near ten hours total... but I think it's decent work.  There are about 3 weeks left until exams.  To be honest, i don't know if going to class at this point is all that useful-- I don't want to learn more things, I just want to work on what I need to know and practice for the exams.

     

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    Yesterday, classmates of mine participated in the Sydney Half-Marathon.  They took on 21km.  [CM] volunteers with the St-John's Ambulance group, so even though I wasn't participating in the marathon, I was up at 4:30 AM so that we could bike out by about 5AM.  Sydney is definately warmer than Montreal, that goes without saying I think-- but at 5am, it doesn't seem to make much of a difference.  It was absolutely freezing out there.

    I'm not part of St-John's Ambulance, but I was basically going with CM because she doesn't feel that confident about biking when it's pitch black outside.

     

    It's been a while since I've worked in healthcare-- I was thinking of maybe taking the St-John's First Aid Certification.  I did one in Montreal a long, long time ago, but I mostly don't remember it anymore, beyond what I had to do regularly at the hospital for simple things.  It might be nice to do the course-- maybe I could save a life?  And working with St-John's sounds like a lot of fun-- although I don't know where I could possibly fit something like that in my schedule as it is.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    Scheduling is always such a chore.

     

    I think one of those things I want out of life is immortality. Or at least, I want to decide when i want to kick-off for good.  There's so much to do and see in the world, but there's so little time to do it all that we inevitably rush-- and that leads to missing a lot of the details that make it all worthwhile.

    There was a "Pasta Cookoff" for the marathon team on Saturday, and someone at the gathering asked me why I wasn't participating.  The basic reason was that I didn't have enough time to train consistently.  Yeah, I did go on almost weekly runs with [DilligentB], and I'm sure that cycling doesn't hurt, but my joints weren't anywhere near the kind of condition they'd need to be to finish a half.

    I think people find it rather surprising just how bad my joints really are.  Muscle pain is one thing-- that kind of stuff goes away.  But joint pain? That has to do with a whole mess of cartilige and ligaments, and that stuff really doesn't 'train' nearly as easily.

    Several weeks ago, I went on a long run with the group, and covered something in the neighborhood of about 12-15km-- can't remember the exact number.  My cardio was okay through the event.  Got a few stitches here and there, but I was able to plow through those just fine.  Energy levels were fine too.  But my knee started giving out, and in compensating, it started to affect my hip.  By the end of the run, it was quite uncomfortable.

     

    I find it annoying because I wish that I'd had someone to teach me about sports injuries and all that when I was younger.  I wish that someone would tell me "okay, you need to chill a bit" or that, though a certain amount of injuries are normal in the course of athletics, that some are way more permanent than others.  I try not to let it get me down that I've got the rhematological fitness of a 50 year old, and in most cases it's not an issue-- but every now and then, I get engage in an activity where I actually get to a physical limit-- it's a point where the amount of willpower I have exceeds my body's ability to keep up with it.

    I'm not talking about a situation of current fitness, where a limitation can be pushed (eg.: where I will get stronger if I just stick to a routine).  I'm talking about a situation where I am physically limited by the fact that working this particular movement will cause me serious injury if I continue.

     

    It's come up a few times so far-- running was the latest exacmple.  Another one though came up from doing 'overhead' or 'corkscrew' punches on a heavy bag-- either the motion hurts my shoulder (and yes, I'm using the correct technique) or the extra bracing sends feedback up to my head.  As [Terminator] hypothesizes, I probably have accumulated damage to my rotator cuff from playing badminton and doing jiu jitsu.  That probably makes sense, because I have difficulty doing my own weight in a bench press or military press-- my left arm is actually stronger than my right, because my right shoulder is a weak link.

     

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    Regardless, like I said, it's important not to get bogged down too much by what you can't do, I guess.  There's still plenty of things I can do, and that I don't yet know how to do, right?  Focus on that.

     

    -=-=-=-=-

    Last week, I was finally starting to understand this whole business of slipping punches.  It's quite cool once you get the hang of it-- but of course, how good you are at it is always measured against how good your opponent is at punching you.  It's something I really want to work on, because, lets be honest, it feels great when your opponent totally whiffs one and you just have big targetting signs all over the openings.

     

    -=-=-=-=-

     

    I've been hearing the stories, post-marathon, from people who were in it.  I really would have liked to be in it.  It's been  a while since I've been in a team event.

Friday, 18 May 2012

Thursday, 17 May 2012

  • Posted by Jinryu

    All Hands on Deck

    I'm trying a different strategy this semester for finals; hopefully it doesn't blow up in my face.

    Last semester, I made myself a thick stack of notes for every exam.  It reduced basically every class to a stack of about 50-60 pages, with headings and subheadings, all indexed in a more or less logical order.  The basic premise was that when I saw a problem question on an exam, I'd run through the index, see what issues were triggered, and then flip to those pages if necessary for some reference, and then start writing.

     

    The thing is, having good notes is more of a confidence issue. I think probably making the notes is the study process, which is why a lot of people who went in with 10 study guides per subject just didn't do as well.  It's not that the information wasn't there in those books-- but most of the exams left people feeling like they didn't have enough time to write what they wanted.  Basically, if you didn't already know what was in your notes, you'd suffer for it because flipping through them would cost you valuable seconds.

    The problem with this method is that it's time consuming.  It takes a lot of time to make a comprehensive set of notes, because it involves going all over your notes, going through a lot of the readings-- basically, taking a comb to everything and trying to relearn the whole course on your own.  And that takes a lot of time.

     

    This semester, I'm trying to game the system a bit.  I'm trying to cut corners which, ultimately, will make my understanding of each individual subject a bit less-- but hopefully, it will help me to focus my energies on things that will actually be graded.

    I'm working with a few classmates, [CaptainK], [DilligentB], and [Alley], and we're each in charge more or less of coordinating collaborations to create wiki-style final notes for each class.  In theory, each of these wikis should have enough information to tackle the exam, if we only studied the wikis.  In theory, this should cut down the amount of grunt work by at least two thirds.

    Downsides?  I've never collaborated with these people to this extent before. We've worked together in the past in a supplementary, peripheral way-- but this semester, the very primary set of notes that I rely on will be a collaborative effort.

    I'm cautiously optimistic.

    Lets hope I made the right decision to trust in others.

Wednesday, 16 May 2012

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Conversion

    Ever since I finished the Administrative Law assignment, I've been feeling a lot healthier in general.  The sun is shining again, I can hear birds.  I'm even sleeping better, and  enjoying bike rides as bike rides.

     

    I've lately started thinking that one of the real foundations of me surviving mentally strenuous times is because I invest the time to make sure my body works well.  Food goes in, boxing and cycling comes out.

     

    [On a side note, and I've said this before, it pisses me off to no limit how cyclists will pass me on a downhill (I tend to go slower when going downhill, because with all my cargo and heavier bike, I need more space to slow down than the average roadie) and then totally fail at hill climbing.  What if you were driving a car, someone passed you, and then slowed down? Get the fuck out of my way, asshats!! Stay in the God damned slow lane!  I don't mind if people pass me and keep on going, but it really, really irks me when people get in my way-- even worse when they're the terrible sorts of hill climbers who rock the bike left and right and take up huge amounts of space, making it dangerous to pass them uphill with traffic close by.]

     

    I think I've found a good balance of work and play.  Lets see how well it carries me through finals.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-

     

    I want to try kyaking, or some sort of rowing.  Given that [CM] and I live a block away from water, it'd be a shame not to take advantage of it, right?

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Chroming

    according to Wikipedia,  is inhalation of solvent based products known as inhalant. Inhalants are a range of products (many of which are familiar household items) which, when vaporised and inhaled, may cause the user to feel intoxicated or 'high'. Examples of inhalants include glue, gas, petrol and so on.

    It is also known as inhaling, chuffing or sniffing.

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Decisive Victory

    In light of the recent debates about the "War on Women" in the US, I've started thinking that perhaps countries like Canada and the United States are just too big. Geographically, they're huge areas. It seems unlikely that you'd be able to unite an entire country, which makes one wonder why anyone would ever want to be a president or a prime minister-- it just seems like such a headache.

     

    The individual states just have such self-interested agendas.

     

    Why can't we do things the old school way-- let people have their own countries and beleifs.  And then if we disagree-- wipe them out?

     

    An amputation approach to problems seems better than letting wounds fester for decades.  And the problem will only get worse as medical science makes people live longer-- because, frankly, a lot of people just come up with opinions without really opening themselves up to the possibility of seeing things differently.  Yes, times are changing-- but that's because of the dilution of old values by the births of new generations, not because the old one has changed their mind about things.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    I've been thinking about why people don't care about certain things.  I've never really said that I'm a saint-- but I think I do what I can in the major areas of my life to make sure that I'm doing what I believe in. I also think I try, with over average effort, to look into an overall system impact of the decisions I make and balance it all out so that most of my decisions have a neutral or positive impact on the world, or, at least, a projected neutral or positive impact overall over time.

     

    I think the steam against corporatism is slowly running out.  Yeah, we made a good run for it, but now people don't care-- it's become a cliche.  I was talking to my peers at school the other day, and six out of seven of them had pretty much decided that they were basically going to take their law degrees wherever the big bucks were, without really thinking too much about the content of it beyond interestingness.

    I brought up the idea that working for large corporate firms who take on large corporate clients who stick it to the common man seems kinda... well, evil.  But the idea was met with dismissive laughter.

     

    I didn't press the issue too much.  I don't know why I didn't.  Maybe it's because I was outnumbered.

     

    I am not someone who thinks that we will all be able to work in civil rights, or the ombudsman's office, or whatever "progressive" sorts of law there are out there that make a positive impact on humanity.  The statistics are against us.

    However, I guess I was just shocked that even before the we graduate, the idea of doing law that promotes such humanitarian causes is already out the window.  I guess, you can say, I'm disappointed.

     

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    I've never really understood how we, as humans, have such a keen ability to compartmentalise and isolate things.  We see this, we classify it, we put it in this box on the left.  We see that, we classify it, we put it in the box on the right.  And we have infinite boxes.  But somehow, the idea that all these boxes are in the same room and that everything on the whole is flamable.... somehow, this seldom crosses peoples' minds.

    I guess I wish I knew more people who not only had a glimpse of the "bigger picture" but who were willing to base their lives on an acknowledgement of it-- this, as opposed to  seeing the bigger picture as an alternate reality or philosophy that sounds good in theory, but sure, here is my life, here are my conveniences, here are the things I want.

    It's a first world problem.  It's a first world problem that we're driven to this idea that we're still fighting for survival-- we're not.  No matter how bad we have it in the first world, us lower middle class and higher really don't have it that bad at all-- we don't need to be constantly pushing eachothers' heads under water.  We need to start thinking that at a certain point, this world's population is going to make things seem a hella lot tighter, and at that point, we're going to think-- oh man-- if only we'd started working on cooperation and sustainability at lot earlier, maybe we'd have gotten enough practice to prevent this multinational corporation from being put on the throne of the world.

     

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    It's not that I think that Law is a noble profession or anything.  I just think that people, in general, should aspire to be nobler people.

     

    There's really no such thing as a noble profession.  You could be a doctor-- but you help good people and bad people alike.   You could be a priest, you could volunteer, you could be a consellor or a psychiatrist-- all the results of your work, in reality, could be a plus or minus on the world.

     

    However, you do have control over what you think.  Attitudes.  Outlook.

     

    So whil some people assume the nobleness or evil of a particular profession, I think on the whole it's a misguided analysis-- what we need are values, at the hearts of individuals.

     

    It comes down to a question then: why don't we care enough?  Enough to do things we believe in?  Enough to not do things we don't believe in?

     

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    I guess what I'm getting at is that, in my view, if you were a totally evil corporate lawyer, that'd be okay-- as long as you believed in your ways.  I mean, truly.  Because who knows, maybe it's what the world needs-- maybe I'm on the side destined to lose.  The only way we'll know, however, is if you're willing to fight tooth and nail with me, heart and soul.  In the end? Even if you don't believe, your company may win-- but in life, you lose.  You lose so badly.

     

    When people say they're going to do something because "that's just the way it is," it makes me want to just jump on a table and yell at them: "No, that's the way you are!"

     

    You don't build Rome in a day, but you sure as hell need to start somewhere.  Now's as good a time as any.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-

    Back to compartmentalisation:

     

    People are good to their friends.

    People would not intentionally hurt their friends.

    People would not intentionally hurt random people either.

    It might be a stretch, but people generally would not uninentionally hurt random people if they could avoid it.

     

    But... once you get paid, suddenly it's okay to do things that intentionally and unintentionally hurt people in unwarranted and downright unfair ways.  The business transaction, the degrees of disconnection between the product of our work and the people affected by it-- somehow, that's like a progressive disconnection that we rely on to mitigate our primal sense of responsibility not to hurt eachother.

     

    Next thing you know, you're buying coffee, just because you can, and it's cheap.  And somewhere in the world, someone dies under the sweltering sun, with dirt in his nails.

    Next thing you know, you're complaining about parking, just because you paid for your car and your gas.  Meanwhile, automotive accidents account for increasing amoounts of injury and death in metropolitain societies.

    Next thing you know, 1 third of the time you spend watching television is advertisments.  But you get to watch the show for "free," right?

     

    Complacency is just... so disgusting. We're trading our way to bigger and better things in the wrong direction.

     

     

     

    I'm not saying we need to get it all right.  What I am saying is that we ought all try.  In all our small ways, just do a bit more every day.

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

Monday, 14 May 2012

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Entertainment

    Okay, so admittedly, I'm not the biggest fan of Avengers comics.  But that movie?

    It was great.

    When I was growing up, most of my Marvel reading was in the camp of Thor, Punisher and Spider-Man.  However, peripherally, I still read a fair number of Iron Man, and Captain America.  Never really liked Hawkeye or Black Widow (I'm not even sure if they had their own serieses) until their supporting roles in the Ultimates series.  But in any case, the Avengers movie was a real blast from the past-- I loved the feeling that I was reading an the old school Marvel Team-Up comic book.

    The Marvel Team-Up comics were basically a series based entirely on teaming up superheroes-- so you'd have crosses of just about anyone.  Dr. Strange and the Thing.  Iron Man and the Hulk.  Havok and Spider-Man.  Whatever-- anything went.  It was a fun way to see different character styles clash, quite literally, because as in the Avengers movie, the thing that almost always happened in a Marvel Team-Up was first some sort of misunderstanding that got the heroes fighting against one another.  Only after they teamed up could they eventually take on the baddies for the issue.

    Contrary to the way the X-Men movies were kind of lamed (I didn't like the first one all that much, and they got progressively worse; although I really enjoyed X-Men: First Class), Avengers managed to really give characterisation to each individual character.  I didn't feel that anyone got reduced to a stereotype of themselves.  I still had a distinct feeling that  each person still had their own issues, and that within the span of a movie, they found a way to get better at that.

     

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    Other things I've been watching (while procrastinating):

     

    Started on Persona 4 the Anime.  Only seen one episode.  Not bad, but I'll have to see more to be convinced.

    Watched the entire series of Giant Killing. This seems like it would make a more interesting book, because as an anime, it was only 26 episodes and I feel that it was going too fast-- there really isn't enough time to go over any character development.  Although the coach in the series is pretty interesting in his strategies, none of the characters really go through any bildungs so all in all-- kinda forgettable.  It does have a few good quotes though.  I think Eyeshield 21  was better, though even that didn't have all that much character development.

    I finished watching all of Bleach.  I think the series is done, but I'm not sure whether it is or isn't.  I didn't like the ending, and as many people point out, maybe I should have stopped a long time ago-- like.. right after Aizen turned evil.

     

    I'm still watching Naruto, but I find it kinda annoying that they're doing recap episodes that have a bit of added internal monologue.  It's the lowest order of money making gimicks, I think.

    I started watching a series called Kuroko's Basketball. I'm impressed by the animation quality (considering it's more shonen fare).  Not sure whether or not I like the story yet.  It's very Slam Dunk reminiscient.

    Inu Boku Secret Service was really good. Surprisingly thoughtful with twists here and there.  Again, feels like the mange (which I haven't read) would be better.

    Anyone know anything good to watch?

Friday, 11 May 2012

  • Posted by Jinryu

    Devil in the Details

    So, my grandomother is out of the hospital, apparently doing much better. I don't know the details yet: dad doesn't normally write really long emails.  That's good I guess-- it means she's healthy enough to be out of the hospital.  The whole neutropenic issue is still floating around-- I heard they were supposed to do a bone marrow aspirate at some point, but I don't know the results of that.

    I guess we'll see what happens... I haven't had the chance to call back home yet and speak to her directly, because of the time difference.  That, and I'm sure that [Gramma] doesn't know the details of her condition anyways.

    That's the kind of people my parents' generation are.  Maybe it's a lot of the reason why I started off as beleiving in "benevolent dictators" when I was growing up.  My parents, along with my uncles and aunts on my dad's side, are the kinds of people who would be willing to withold information from other members of the family because it's for their own good.  So-- even if Gramma, or anyone really, had a medical condition, their approach would be to peripherally control it without actually telling her.

    Now that I think about it, maybe this is where I got the idea, when I was in college, that I wouldn't tell my parents that I'd switched from sciences to arts-- I didn't think they needed to know, and that they would be better off not knowing.

    In my grandmother's case, I guess it's more or less justified-- but only because she wouldn't understand anyways.  Gramma's mind hasn't been as sharp as it has been decades ago-- she's 85 years old.  Explaining things like immune systems to her just won't do anything.  So I guess it's fine that she doesn't know.

     -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    But what about me?

     

    I'm halfway around the world from home, and I get this nagging feeling that people aren't telling me everything I want to know.  I get the feeling that they want me to do well during finals, so they're not telling me how serious things are.

    In a strange way, it's not that I don't trust my family members.  But then again, to me, trust is a complicated idea.

    It has to do with prediction, as opposed to expectation.   You can expect someone to do something, as in, this is what you want them to do-- however, is that what you predict they will do?

    I know my family well enough to think that they're really looking out for the greater good.  The fact is, me knowing more doesn't change a thing.  What am I going to do from over here?

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    Anyways, one day at a time again.  I'll find out more soon enough.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    Administrative law paper is done.  Draft of research proposal done.  I'm about a two full week behind on readings on account of paper writing, but relative to my peers, that's about on par for the course as we approach finals.  WIth the completion of Admin, that puts us at the point where it's just final exams to prepare for.

    -=-=-=-=-=-

    And I guess it is a stressful time, but at the same time, it's a very envigorating process. It really makes you feel alive, if only because the mechanics of the system are such that you're really at the cusp of death-- thus every action you take is one that clearly makes you feel like you're getting somewhere.   Am I looking forward to it?  I guess you might say I am, in a sorta sick way.  I wouldn't, if it weren't for classmates: because a lot of my enjoyment of the situation has to do with the drama of finals.  Raw emotions start coming up-- panic and fear are some of the more popular choices.

     It's delicous stuff, really!

    -=-=-=-=-=-

    I guess my obsession with emotion might seem a bit strange to you, but maybe that's an interesting topic to write about.

    First, origins: Chinese Catholic upbringing.  There's a lot of stoicism in there, a lot of idealisation of the person who basically endures things without making too much of a fuss.  Jesus Christ.  Literally, not in vain. Perhaps it makes people more enduring, but I find that one of the pitfalls of that kind of disposition is that you lose any sense of direction.  When you don't react to situations, you basically keep trucking in one direction.  That's fine, if you're the son of God and have everything set out for you-- how many of you wouldn't love to have a life plan that all you had to do was stick on track with?

    Encountering resistence, you just figure it's normal-- because that's what the stoic lifestyle is all about.  It's hard for a stoic to think that things might probably be done differently, because somewhere along the line a decision about "the goal" was made and everything is framed in light of that final destination.

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    In a strange way, through it's single-mindedness, self-destruction is a byproduct of stoicism-- probably because stoics lose touch of what makes them happy. They become fixated on the mission, and because of the ups and downs of life, moments spent not advancing towards this task make things feel like a waste of time. This becomes really tough when you haven't identified just what the mission is-- you're just blindingly stumbling along, reacting to the symptoms of your subconscious (that more or less knows) getting sick of your incompetence.

    At least, this was the case for me.

    I think I got to that point when I was in college, where I might been trying to identify just what it was that I wanted.  I didn't find it in alcohol, but I did find it in fighting and videogames.  More then than now, I also found it in literature, and writing.  When I was in highschool, it was somewhere in music. 

     

    And what was it that I was constantly in pursuit of, but had never taken the time to identify?  It turns out, even today, it's quite hard to define-- because if I could, I would own it. If I could only name it, and explain how I saw the world perfectly, it would mean that I had a perfect understanding of it.

    I don't.

     

    However, I can tell you this-- it has something to do with the energy of life, and nowhere is that chi or chakra more apparent than in spirit.  Oftentimes, spirit manifests itself through emotion.

    And that's why I say, emotion is important.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

    Unfortunately, the easiest emotion, really, is anger.  Videogaming and sparring  was, to me, really all about exhausting agressive energies. 

    The stereotype of angsty youths is there for a reason-- it's because at a certain age in every western kid's life, there's a coincidence of indepdent means,  boredom, and energy.   And the easiest emotion to funnel through? 

     

    Well, for me it was anger.  Of course, results might vary.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     Rage is an incredible thing.  I'm not saying this to sound like a total sociopath, or a psychopath.  I'm saying this because, in my opinion, it is the easiest of emotions to give into.  Love is difficult unless you've found someone to love.  Happiness is difficult unless you have something to be happy about.  But don't we all know it? COme on, we're bloggers: it's easy to bitch.  Bitching just the manifestation of anger-- anger is the springing up of an emotional revulsion at a state of affairs.

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    What changed my emotion of choice is working at the Montreal Chest Institute.  I met a lot of interesting people there, but the majority of them were patients.  When I first started working there, I really took the time to get to know patients.  Because my grandparents only speak chinese, and chinese remains one of my worst languages, I've never really had that experience that I see on television of getting 'grandparents' advice.'  Most of the patients at the Chest were older people, many of them with terminal lung diseases.

    It was confusing at first.  It was confusing that, although some patients were rude and in denial (which fit into my worldview of anger), there were many more that were not.  Not angry.  Yet not stoic.  Just-- going about life.  SOmetimes they were happy, in a happy reminiscent way.

     

    And how could people be happy, knowing they were going to die?  As young, aimless person, who only had my future to look forward to, it seemed like a contradiction.

    There was something different between them and I, and it's something they taught me-- it has to do with which side of the fence you're on, and which patch of grass you want to be chewing on.

     

    Despite that I'm one of the oldest in my program (most of my peers started postgrad law straight after their undergrads) I'm still pretty young when you think about it. I'm not even 30 yet.   I think a great source of my anger in my teens was the fact that, a decade ago, I had no idea where I was going. I had no idea of the possibilities.  All I saw were obstacles in terms of the narrowly defined Chinese Catholic goals I grew up with.  If you saw nothing but a huge mess ahead of you in the way of something that seemed impossible far, you'd be angry too, wouldn't you?

    But people who are about to die, which way are they looking?  Are they looking forward, or backwards? 

     

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    If they're in a lot of pain, they look forward-- they want it to end.  If things are going okay-- they tend to look backwards, at the good times and the great times, and in so looking, they realise that they had the best of times.

    Either way, what comes with age is basically knowing how to look.

     

    Knowing how to look is half about identifying something external, and half about identifying something internal.  That is to say, being satisfied at finding something has to do with an intersection of the external world and an internal want.  If you can't find it outside, you can work on that.  But if you can't find it inside? Well, ironically, sometimes you find things outside before you find them inside.

    Maturity, ultimately, has to do with the ability increase the likelihood of syncing these two activities.

    And that's what made a lot of these people happy.

    -=-=-=-=-=-=-

     

    And when their mind wanders to those times? You see it: the emotion, as they relive those memories.  Libraries upon libraries of stories, in every one of those people.  You see how moments of the present trigger a return to memory-- something in the present aligns with something in their minds and hearts.  And then?  The look.  They look at things around them suddenly as if it's what they've always been looking for.

    -=-=-=-=-=-

     And when you think about the way memory works, your eyes are a big photocopy machine.  You take things from the outside world, without taking them, and you keep a copy for yourselves.

     

    In that sense, we have an extraordinary capacity to keep a library-- a library of experiences within us.  So when you want something?  When you want an emotion?  You look at your experiences-- you pull an emotion from the shelf.  ANd then you align it with the present-- and find something about the present that just makes sense, that is just what you're looking for.  You know it in you, not by the specifics, but by it's substance, and then you find it in the world outside of you.

    So maybe that's what this is all about.

    If you compared me now to who I was a decade ago, you'd find that I'm a lot more together nowadays.  To the point where revisiting my old self, frankly, feels a bit embarrassing.  Nowadays,  I know who I am. I have a defined sense of what I want.  Or at least... to put it more accurately, the amount that I want to know about myself and what I want of myself is in tune with what I already know.  Everything just builds on everything else.