Dull Days vs. Sunny Days

But when first the two black dragons sprang out of the fog upon the small clerk, they had merely the effect of all miracles--they changed the universe. He discovered the fact that all romantics know that adventures happen on dull days, and not on sunny ones. When the chord of monotony is stretched most tight, then it breaks with a sound like song.

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Fear of the Other

A defining characteristic of human society is its tribalism: its tendency to gather in groups which define themselves by certain common characteristics, and differentiate themselves—set themselves apart from and at odds—with other groups and individuals who do not share these characteristics... The fact is that people identify with the group of which they are a part, and are suspicious or fearful of those who belong to other groups. This tribalism is true in countless dimensions, from income to accent to national origin to sexual activity to race to musical taste...

Reciprocity

It is quite rare that two ordinary souls randomly end up next to each other in the middle of a chaos. In such a case, it is even rarer for the two souls to glue the shattered pieces of each other together. The rarity of the coincidence lures them to each other while the healing prospect of such a soul-binding promises the feeling of unity in each other. The reciprocity of the two souls bumps along without any notice in advance. Happiness in the shape of unexpected waves becomes the means of their reciprocity. The more complete the souls get at each wave, the more flattered they feel. Without realising it, the soul welcomes the other with similar kindness. Rewarding the kindness of the other soul adds to the construction of a happier self. The ever increasing cooperation between the two souls makes it much harder to view the consequences of their shared moments, though. Being so, the two souls could easily move forward in the chaos surrounding them with...

Nature, History, and Narrative

''Children, only animals live entirely in the Here and Now. Only nature knows neither memory nor history. But man -let me offer you a definition - is the storytelling animal. Wherever he goes he wants to leave behind not a chaotic wake, not an empty space, but the comforting marker-buoys and trail-signs of stories. He has to go on telling stories. He has to keep on making them up. As long as there's a story, it's all right. Even in his last moments, it's said, in the split second of a fatal fall- or when he's about to drown - he sees, passing rapidly before him, the story of his whole life.''

The Flea

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