I watched a really good film - The Trick - about the Climategate controversy. I won't go into the whole thing. But one of the parts of it was about how the growth rings of trees are an index of temperature. I think.
This is what's left of the ash tree in the park that fell in the little tornado a few weeks back. I think it had ash die-back and I am wondering if the dark lines represent the disease in some way.
Time is meant to heal things. It kind of distances you. I guess. But, if you think back to something truly shameful, shame is best for this, you can access the immediacy and horror of it in a flash. Time doesn't really heal... it... it just leaves things in more inner rings but they remain there. Malignant.
I suppose the joyful things should be just as accessible.
Let me try.
Joy.
Oh. CD dropping and catching! BUT BUT BUT with joy there is the simultaneous sorrow that it is not NOW, that it may not happen again - while with shame there is no sense that 'well, it's not happening now' to act as consolation.
I wonder if I am alone in this? My glass half-empty-ness? Maybe.
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