"You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything."

Maybe it's time to actually post something to this blog.

I have been contemplating paths...a.k.a. choices, context, and/or circumstances resulting in particular positionalities. Take your pick.

"Paths" might be more poetic a shorthand...or maybe just pathetic. Regardless, I won't fill this post with that debate.

When experiencing love -contemporary or that reached through waxing nostalgic- I sometimes hear the refrain present in multiple conversations overheard, "If I'd never...I would never have...and thus never...which lead me to [insert here: my soul mate, you, my one true love, etc.]"

I hear this like a sci-fi story based on a worldview foundation absent from my brain. I can explore it and understand it, but I cannot find myself within it. I could probably speak it, and maybe even fit into the conversation without an accent if careful...but why?

It's too obvious to pin this all on an exploding of the "I," since a collection of moments and contexts could be argued to perfectly sync with another collection of moments and contexts, and only that one - if of course those collections could be somehow suspended from influence or without trailing stories anchored...elsewhere. Well, maybe it's not too obvious. Nonetheless...

I guess I'm searching for a metaphor that's...off the beaten path, if you will. Maybe I'm visioning areas of temperature in a body of water that morph and overlap, influence each other and move away. Maybe it's a field of alfalfa rushed with wind right before a thunderstorm. How can such a small section feel turmoil next to complete stillness, then wave gently in the face of fury, then fall...all the while anchored to dirt, immutable by the wind only because of the crop that leeches its very strength?

Maybe a seemingly destined endpoint, a culmination of singular love, is a salve to festering of a futility so frightening when control is the goal. What if control is not the goal? Anyway, goals are for field sports, right?

Finally, an appreciation for "nonetheless" - how did this guy sneak past the rules? Why does he get to be one word, clearly comprised of three? Nobody -nothing- cared to involve control, maybe? I have no idea and no desire to research him, actually. Instead, I will bask in the glow of his impossibility.