Comments on: This is my quest, to follow that star. http://thelastchancetexaco.com/2007/10/25/this-is-my-quest-to-follow-that-star/ My last chance to trust the Man with the Star Wed, 07 Jan 2009 04:50:51 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: Scout http://thelastchancetexaco.com/2007/10/25/this-is-my-quest-to-follow-that-star/comment-page-1/#comment-27 Scout Fri, 26 Oct 2007 20:37:56 +0000 http://thelastchancetexaco.com/?p=48#comment-27 "It’s strange to me that the greatest love I’ve ever felt is so close to the greatest pain I’ve ever felt." Whew! Share, brother! Awesome, awesome post -- even though that's not what you are looking to hear ;-) I will come back to read it again and again. Peace, Scout “It’s strange to me that the greatest love I’ve ever felt is so close to the greatest pain I’ve ever felt.”
Whew! Share, brother!
Awesome, awesome post — even though that’s not what you are looking to hear ;-) I will come back to read it again and again.
Peace,
Scout

]]> By: DKThinker http://thelastchancetexaco.com/2007/10/25/this-is-my-quest-to-follow-that-star/comment-page-1/#comment-26 DKThinker Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:56:22 +0000 http://thelastchancetexaco.com/?p=48#comment-26 OH, man, I know I'm gonna go off, here. Hmmm. OK, the first thing is semantics. I think most people have it all wrong. They think about WRITING. When in essence, it's THINKING. Writing is just mechanics. Without a mind behind it, and quality thoughts, and unique filters and perspectives, one can write until the cows come home, and just have a bunch of words. And nothing of substance, of enduring value, to say - no message. Love what you said about the white space. For me, the best -most powerful - "writing" is brief, and it forces the reader to read BETWEEN the lines, to get the flesh. Good writing is always written with multiple levels, and there is a quiet message BETWEEN the lines, if one is a discerning reader. And the talent to do this, you either have, or don't. Because, it's whatever your mind is. It's instinctual. And I think, in the end, God is like that. He's between the lines, quiet, on a secondary level. He forces us to STOP, and be QUIET, to STOP LOOKING to sense him, and then it's only a whiff, a fleeting glimpse, enough to chase, to keep the pusuit. That's been my experience. I keep going back to having to let go of my paradigms of God, in order to find Him. And to quit looking in the obvious places. And to quit trying to control finding Him. I get the sense that He thinks being obvious is vulgar. Back to writing: I think for me, the compulsion to write has to do with a full head of thoughts, that when enough accumulate and one surfaces to bludgeon the others into submission, THAT is the one that eeks out, onto the page. I like to stew about them, myself, let them compete in my crowded, chaotic mind, until the one emerges, THEN spit it out fast and raw onto a page. OK, so I also had a thought (more than one, truth be told, but like I said, brevity is better) on the theme of being LOVED, ANONYMOUSLY. Sort of an oxymoron, a paradox, if you think about it. Can one be loved, ANONYMOUSLY? And, can one take the affirmations of an anonymous person, take them in as real affirmations? I'm thinking on this. I do have opinions, but am letting them stew. Shame on me for hijacking your blog, Chris. But if you like the dialogue, I will spew out a comment now and then. I'm still hacking and coughing, and have the dreaded viral headache. No doubt my meninges are dull, and clouded. Hope your antibiotics are making better progress. TGIF to all, DeeK OH, man, I know I’m gonna go off, here. Hmmm.

OK, the first thing is semantics. I think most people have it all wrong. They think about WRITING. When in essence, it’s THINKING. Writing is just mechanics. Without a mind behind it, and quality thoughts, and unique filters and perspectives, one can write until the cows come home, and just have a bunch of words. And nothing of substance, of enduring value, to say - no message.

Love what you said about the white space. For me, the best -most powerful - “writing” is brief, and it forces the reader to read BETWEEN the lines, to get the flesh. Good writing is always written with multiple levels, and there is a quiet message BETWEEN the lines, if one is a discerning reader. And the talent to do this, you either have, or don’t. Because, it’s whatever your mind is. It’s instinctual.

And I think, in the end, God is like that. He’s between the lines, quiet, on a secondary level. He forces us to STOP, and be QUIET, to STOP LOOKING to sense him, and then it’s only a whiff, a fleeting glimpse, enough to chase, to keep the pusuit. That’s been my experience. I keep going back to having to let go of my paradigms of God, in order to find Him. And to quit looking in the obvious places. And to quit trying to control finding Him. I get the sense that He thinks being obvious is vulgar.

Back to writing: I think for me, the compulsion to write has to do with a full head of thoughts, that when enough accumulate and one surfaces to bludgeon the others into submission, THAT is the one that eeks out, onto the page. I like to stew about them, myself, let them compete in my crowded, chaotic mind, until the one emerges, THEN spit it out fast and raw onto a page.

OK, so I also had a thought (more than one, truth be told, but like I said, brevity is better) on the theme of being LOVED, ANONYMOUSLY. Sort of an oxymoron, a paradox, if you think about it. Can one be loved, ANONYMOUSLY? And, can one take the affirmations of an anonymous person, take them in as real affirmations? I’m thinking on this. I do have opinions, but am letting them stew. Shame on me for hijacking your blog, Chris. But if you like the dialogue, I will spew out a comment now and then.

I’m still hacking and coughing, and have the dreaded viral headache. No doubt my meninges are dull, and clouded. Hope your antibiotics are making better progress.

TGIF to all,
DeeK

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