Another great discovery, Abbas. Your finds make me think you are using something like a cyber water witch. In this case the Spoken Verse channel is another hidden treasure. (Tom O'Bedlam is a pseudonym. I looked it up.)
Whoever it is has as much to say in his commentaries as in his readings.
Scanning a few, this one resonated with me deeply. This guy's a born blogger at heart.
Somebody said that only the first time do we love unconditionally - after that there's a certain deliberation about it. We can never regain that first careless rapture - or rupture, if you prefer Kenneth Horne's version. After the first time, love is haunted by the ghosts of former lovers.
We're all deceived into thinking that we're loved because we're lovable. It's not true. Love is no more than an inexplicable preference, like a favourite colour or a liking for particular kind of jam. The truth is that, whoever you are, whatever your features are like,there's probably somebody who is capable of loving you. They won't care that you're too fat, can't spell and never change your socks. (On second thought you'd better change your socks - I'm not too sure about that bit) You happen to be their cup of tea. If everybody didn't have a loving counterpart, then there would be something seriously amiss with Intelligent Design - or whatever creative process you believe got us into this predicament.
My wife loves me but I know that's because she has a loving nature. I didn't do anything to deserve it. Dostoevski that the true hell isn't being unloved, it is being incapable of loving. I'm not so sure. I think that hell is having been loved, then ruined it by our own malice or stupidity. So if you're lucky enough to be loved, take care not to do anything to spoil it. Don't test it to destruction. You can't make yourself lovable but you can certainly make yourself unlovable and ruin what love you have. All it takes is a little carelessness. Then you'll be in hell.
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Another great discovery, Abbas. Your finds make me think you are using something like a cyber water witch. In this case the Spoken Verse channel is another hidden treasure. (Tom O'Bedlam is a pseudonym. I looked it up.)
Whoever it is has as much to say in his commentaries as in his readings.
Scanning a few, this one resonated with me deeply. This guy's a born blogger at heart.
Somebody said that only the first time do we love unconditionally - after that there's a certain deliberation about it. We can never regain that first careless rapture - or rupture, if you prefer Kenneth Horne's version. After the first time, love is haunted by the ghosts of former lovers.
We're all deceived into thinking that we're loved because we're lovable. It's not true. Love is no more than an inexplicable preference, like a favourite colour or a liking for particular kind of jam. The truth is that, whoever you are, whatever your features are like,there's probably somebody who is capable of loving you. They won't care that you're too fat, can't spell and never change your socks. (On second thought you'd better change your socks - I'm not too sure about that bit) You happen to be their cup of tea. If everybody didn't have a loving counterpart, then there would be something seriously amiss with Intelligent Design - or whatever creative process you believe got us into this predicament.
My wife loves me but I know that's because she has a loving nature. I didn't do anything to deserve it. Dostoevski that the true hell isn't being unloved, it is being incapable of loving. I'm not so sure. I think that hell is having been loved, then ruined it by our own malice or stupidity. So if you're lucky enough to be loved, take care not to do anything to spoil it. Don't test it to destruction. You can't make yourself lovable but you can certainly make yourself unlovable and ruin what love you have. All it takes is a little carelessness. Then you'll be in hell.
Posted by: John Ballard | Nov 28, 2010 9:38:22 AM
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