the dish ran away with the spoon

it's easy to try to contextualize love, and to try to match it to archetype and to case study, and to examine it according to model, but the only thing that's real, or at least the most real thing, is the immediacy of the love itself. the instant experience of it. which is way bigger than what you have to break it down into to study it, or even, really, to put it into words. here is a thing to remember indeed.

and it is the same with any experience in life. and it is the same with the experience of life itself. life is bigger than the words we use for it. and i for one am going to have to remember to know the words, bend the words, snap the words, melt the words, shift the words, USE the words--but at the end of the day, to be ok with living in the space prior to the words, and to be ok with knowing that the words are always only ever the surface, and sometimes no more than a poor reflection. of the world, that is.

this is being in the world but not of it.