Philip K. Dick dedicates The Man in the High Castle to his wife and son, “with great and awful love”.
Have you ever felt within you this oxymoron, this passion of the Dark Lords, this Darcy-like terrible love? Almost masochistic in its need to annex every emotion to its fold.
Of course, think Insufferable Roadside Romeo a la Aamir Khan in Dil and you think “great and awful love” also, but I talk here about the kind that suddenly turns its face the other way, facing something not yet seen or borne.
Once is enough. The memory of that once makes you deeper and wiser for life.
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Like bitter sweet love. Angst ridden. :)
We all feel it. Overcome. Overcome. Gently now.
Might not need an overcoming, N. Love's not always benevolent, and understanding its harshness can give another grip on a shared emotional landscape. A few hard knocks to knock us into shape!
Over. And then come back to where we started.
Like an aerial view of supposed inertness of a particular emotion. :)
oh i know how it feels, great and terrrible love.
... i feel it especally when asked to fill bottles!
it does make you wiser - great and awful love.
wise enough to realise that when bono sings 'one', its not necesarrily about you life, however much you might be tempted to feel that way...
thanks for the great pkd links. the one on man in the high castle especially.
dear empyreal N- the wonder is we do come back!
A- thnx :) grrandness lies, after all, in those everyday things.
wonderful to read in small pieces. i thank expres for letting me a insight into what indian bloggers are doing.
abhishek
Er... if you want to take your mind off it, you might like to play around with this. And I think you meant Munna of Rangeela, not Raj of Dil.
Hey thanks, Abhishek.
Manu, this is mighty addictive!
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