That is the question. Whether ‘tis nobler . . .
I’ve had a flood of ideas lately. It’s a rush, really. Taking an idea and flipping it over to see what’s on the other side. To have a passage, three words even, of scripture jump out and tackle you, so that you end up wrestling with it across pages of both testaments, concordances, lexicons, to emerge three hours later, tired but invigorated. To have a song on the radio get stuck in your head, so that you look up the video on YouTube, and get so captivated—even though it relates to nothing in your experience—you watch it five times in a row, and feel you could write a paper picking it apart.
If I have any addictions, truly it is thinking. But addictions are generally negative things, especially when done alone, in isolation, in secret. They need to be brought out in the open, exposed to the light, and the warmth of community. Then, then the redemptive elements are found, shared.
That was overly dramatic, but if that’s the wave of the moment, I’ll ride it. Whether enjoying the ride or enduring it, both are best done loosely and at rest.
So I have this blog, and its purpose is to share what I find along the way. Your niece may give you twenty-seven rocks and shells she picked up along the shore—her treasures—but you can’t tell the difference between any of them. You indulge her, holding them for her in your pockets, until you can politely put them down.
I propose we both see my blog that way. But that means I need to share what I’m thinking, and not worry that I’m going to spoil it by writing it out. I’m a recovering perfectionist, and I still have my lapses. More often than not, if I don’t have five hours of uninterrupted quiet, where I am completely un-fatigued by a work day—I won’t write. Which means I effectively haven’t written in two months. And I’ve been aiming for once a week! So I’ll push myself past that perfectionist block and write more. And if you wouldn’t mind, could you hold this rock of mine, and put it down when I’m not looking?
The video I mentioned is below. If I come to the pop culture table at all, it’s usually late. This is “Somebody That I Use To Know” by Gotye. At the risk of sounding like an emo high schooler, I find the combination of song and video intriguing. The story is conveyed very compellingly, even to someone who can’t relate with the story.
(Don’t worry, it’s safe to watch. It’s not going to go where you think it’s going to go.)