< BACKSPACE > me baby one more time
April 5th, 2006 byWe once wrote more then enough, we wrote large ridiculous amounts that later akds would always go back and try to change. We wrote so much and so much that we were afraid of what we did. We stared at the screens in marvelous fascination when the comments would come in. One, then another, then the next and they would flow in.
It made us afraid, deadly afraid. Didn’t sisters have kosher kooties? Did they not have germs? And things called el-dar-brat-hers?
You know what folks, there’s no science as to why we don’t post. No one can figure out why akds deletes his post so fast that even Google misses them completely. Why does he only shop between the hours of 3AM and 3:23AM? Why won’t he ever let anyone see him buying salsa? Is he ashamed of his Mexican heritage, courtesty of Taco Bell? We don’t know, he doesn’t know and he refuses to google for it.
I slowed down writing because as I grew older, frankly speaking, I realized that though a thousand words could say so much, there was much more unsaid and unspoken and if you stopped to listen to them, you may eventually understand the mysteries of life. Perhaps, I don’t know and if i don’t know, it’s better not to say anything. Allah knows best.
How do you write the truth? How do you capture something properly? After all, are we not supposed to remind each other of Faith, of Patience, of The Right Path and peform righteous deeds?
It’s the same question that I’ve asked before and you haven’t had answers then and I am not expecting answers now. So you know what we do? We change the topic. We talk about the weather, we talk about the latest Pixar movie (Cars! The Incredibles!) and we remind ourselves of the intricate beauties of the new BMW 5 series that have you so floored that your new wife was subjugated to them in your very first week of marriage. Hey, did I tell you folks about my new camera? And the 1GB 150x speed SD card I bought for it? Oh and then there’s…
Enlightenment comes when God sends it. If you’re willing to get up at 4AM to get in line at the US Consulate for a student visa, then be quiet and wait. This is more important.
April 8th, 2006 at 12:19 pm
I’ve said before that every craftsman
searches for what’s not there
to practice his craft.
A builder looks for the rotten hole
where the roof caved in. A water-carrier
picks the empty pot. A carpenter
stops at the house with no door.
Workers rush toward some hint
of emptiness, which they then
start to fill. Their hope, though,
is for emptiness, so don’t think
you must avoid it. It contains
what you need…
-Rumi