How can there be so much attachment in something so arbitary? When I see things that are connected to other moments, people, thoughts of the past, these past things leap back into my present mind. I know it's cheesey, but I always think of the symbols on the atheilometer (sp?) in those books by Phillip Pullman. There is an object with signs like a clock, yet the meanings of those signs are greatly varied, they lie beneath the surface, each able to click into place with the approprate question.
I have my own symbols, such as the star tatoo, with this same, multi dimensional levels of meanings, perhaps as time goes on, I will aquire more, deeper levels to add to those I already have. I have other, more one dimensional symbols, that nevertheless stir me to remember those other moments where those things have been important to me.
It's funny how the moon is considered something personal, it has so many connotations and connections as a symbol. It's somehow a comfort to us to know that the moon is universal, that wherever you are, it can be visible. That perhaps as you look at the moon, there is someone else doing the same. The moon is so invasive into our thoughts, yet we allow it safe passage, and don't want to let go of it. What if it is discovered that the moon is just like pluto? One of many. Does that change anything?
Enough of this, I will descend into a big soppy mess, but I hope that there is someone out there, looking in the same direction occasionally. Perhaps musing in a similar manner.
4 comments:
The Japanese moon feels very different. I like it a lot, perhaps more than the new zealand moon...but it's definately no -my- moon anymore.
update more. I miss digging into your mind...
Its true. The moon does feel personal, it feels close like you could snuggle up to it. Its light is soft and forgiving. It changes every day and yet remains the same. It is a massive ball of rock that appears to be a marble.
I love the moon. arooooooo
sap
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