For my favourite rebel.
May. 3rd, 2008 11:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyrasantae
My mind is right now almost even too busy to put this pen to paper. It is too busy to think of pretty words and pretty pictures, instead occupying itself with various logistics.
But I think that you may know best some of these perspectives I cannot figure out how to reconcile in my head. These perspectives are freedom by hope and captivity by fear. Both entail similar sets of responsibilities, but differ in their obligations.
Given the special motive for this trip, the two perspectives are the difference between something extraordinary that fulfills the intended spiritual purpose, and something ordinary that is just anybody else's generic excursion.
I am not advocating a lack of concern for personal safety [or recklessness] -- and indeed I am well aware of the motives behind such advice -- but fear destroys hope, and there comes a point when that fear, and all those precautions, tamper with the beautiful miracle (or illusion, for the more cynical people out there) that is to finally see my homeland.
How long did it take for you to be here before you felt that you could trust our people with your life, your words, your sanity? Ever had the feeling of being lectured on something, and even though you know a lot better than what you're being told, you are powerless to make any correction because it would be considered too naïve? You must have. You are a little rebel, after all.
P.S. Some artsy photos for you in the new Vancouver album on my Facebook.
But I think that you may know best some of these perspectives I cannot figure out how to reconcile in my head. These perspectives are freedom by hope and captivity by fear. Both entail similar sets of responsibilities, but differ in their obligations.
Given the special motive for this trip, the two perspectives are the difference between something extraordinary that fulfills the intended spiritual purpose, and something ordinary that is just anybody else's generic excursion.
I am not advocating a lack of concern for personal safety [or recklessness] -- and indeed I am well aware of the motives behind such advice -- but fear destroys hope, and there comes a point when that fear, and all those precautions, tamper with the beautiful miracle (or illusion, for the more cynical people out there) that is to finally see my homeland.
How long did it take for you to be here before you felt that you could trust our people with your life, your words, your sanity? Ever had the feeling of being lectured on something, and even though you know a lot better than what you're being told, you are powerless to make any correction because it would be considered too naïve? You must have. You are a little rebel, after all.
P.S. Some artsy photos for you in the new Vancouver album on my Facebook.
