Love
2003-08-19 : 7:36 p.m.


Constantly we take for granted that what we're thinking can be expressed in meer words. But thoughts are not made up of words. They consist of memories, our old opinions on those memories, our current opinions on those memories, tangets off of what we remember, memory association on the subject. We may say out loud what the core of our thought is, but never the entirity. There would be just too much to say out loud or to write. Sometimes I wish that we had words that encompassed more than the little that they do. Then there are some words that need more adjectives.

Let's take a little word that's been bothering me for some time now:
love

How many times a day do I say to people, "I love you,"? And in what context do I really mean, "love," when I say it? The Greeks, being the brilliant folks they were, have a few different words for "love".

One means brotherly love, another ultimate love that only God can have for us, a third is a lustfilled love and then one between a husband and wife. But I, and others, say, "I love you," meaning really, "I appreciate you." There's no "love" there, only a pleasurable recogintion. We say, "I love soda," as easily as we say, "I love so-and-so."

Then why is it so shocking that there's no real love to be found in the surface world? After all we associate ourselves with soda--all sugar, fizz, carbonation and no substance.

I want to really mean, "I love ___" when I say it. I don't want it to be dumbed down like "awesome" "wonderful" and others. And I wish that when others blithly say, "I love you, Julie," that it wasn't another way to say, "I like you, Julie."

Good golly, we need to differentiate between our loves--both verbally and soda vs. human.

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Doing: Trying to rush and finish the rest of Lizzie's birthday present
What made my day: Stopping in at band camp; working on Lizzie's present; watching Bearskin and other plays (Emily's tape-to-taping again)
What bothered my day: My hair pins not staying in place
Lyrics: I Dig Rock And Roll Music

I dig Rock and Roll music
And I love to get the chance to play. (and sing it)
I figure it's about the happiest sound goin' down today.

The message may not move me,
Or mean a great deal to me,
But hey! it feels so groovy to say:
I dig the Mamas and the Papas at "The Trip,"
Sunset Strip in L.A.
And they got a good thing goin'
When the words don't get in the way.
And when they're really wailing,
Michelle and Cass are sailin'.
Hey! they really nail me to the wall.

I dig Donovan in a dream-like, tripped out way
His crystal images tell you 'bout a brighter day
And when the Beatles tell you
They've got a word "love" to sell you
They mean exactly what they say

I dig Rock and Roll music
I could really get it on in that scene.
I think I could say somethin' if you know what I mean
But if I really say it, the radio won't play it
Unless I lay it between the lines!

"'Why, you have nearly finished it, Mr. Frodo!' Sam exclaimed. ... 'I have quite finished, Sam,' said Frodo. 'The last pages are for you.'"
ship's wake : on board : the horizon
All material (c) by Julie A. Snyder