There is an electricity in the air that precedes a real shit-kicker of a storm.
It's a sense of energy so strong that it's almost alive, and breathing it in is exhilarating. It returns me to my core, lending an awareness than seems to otherwise blend into the background on a day to day basis. Then comes the storm, fully of intensity and screaming out life and existence in the almost primal sounds of thunder. Eventually the fury eases, but for awhile the drizzle remains and I find peace listening to the rhythmic rain and now distant booming out of nature. Finally the storm is gone, but all around the air is fresh and renewed... and I am content.
Some people are like storms. Seek them out.
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Saturday, September 24, 2011
Mr. Sir Awesome Masterpiece, Himself
I'm at a coffee shop thinking and writing today, while my side-kick wife is off on an adventure of her own. It's her side band, of sorts, to hang out with her friends... and I'm not the jealous type. I hope she enjoys herself as much as I plan to.
One thing I'm doing right now is to try and consolidate a few of the sporadically written/typed thoughts for my sci-fi book, which at one time or another have flowed copiously from my brain. Mind-wrapping them together is going to be a task without trying to organize them first. Much of what I find is interesting, but more in the vein of a passing thought than a building block for a novel. Some of the better stuff is fun to read again. Because I haven't revisited much of it for over a year now, it's almost like I'm reading someone else's work.
Here is a passage that I found today, originally written on August 21st, 2010. It is (in theory) coming from the Mr. Miyagi/Yoda-type character, as he tries to open the eyes of his protege. What I like about it is that I feel it hits on a fundamental truth, yet I could never have come up with this myself without trying to dream up something which sounds mystical and profound - two words which I would never use to describe myself. In a way, even though I wrote it, I didn't think of it... an imagined character did, and then shared it with me.
The last type of thing that I am finding are little blurbs written here and there as cultural proverbs, as a means of trying to delve into what makes a society tick.
That noise you hear is joy within your heart - softly booming.
One thing I'm doing right now is to try and consolidate a few of the sporadically written/typed thoughts for my sci-fi book, which at one time or another have flowed copiously from my brain. Mind-wrapping them together is going to be a task without trying to organize them first. Much of what I find is interesting, but more in the vein of a passing thought than a building block for a novel. Some of the better stuff is fun to read again. Because I haven't revisited much of it for over a year now, it's almost like I'm reading someone else's work.
Here is a passage that I found today, originally written on August 21st, 2010. It is (in theory) coming from the Mr. Miyagi/Yoda-type character, as he tries to open the eyes of his protege. What I like about it is that I feel it hits on a fundamental truth, yet I could never have come up with this myself without trying to dream up something which sounds mystical and profound - two words which I would never use to describe myself. In a way, even though I wrote it, I didn't think of it... an imagined character did, and then shared it with me.
Some will tell you that man exists to bring order to the world. We build things, we create, and our society provides structure for a life which, through sciences and intellectual discourse, is ever-advancing.Other times I find little journal entries that I wrote from some character's perspective to try and get inside their mind. Reading them again, I see myself in the character I'm trying to create. Am I becoming more like them, as I dream them up... or are they just a reflection of a formerly hidden self that I am uncovering slowly?
I believe that the world exists to help man bring himself into order, that the essence of knowledge is not what one knows about the world but what one knows about himself, and that all existence speaks to the reality of man. All we have to do is to learn to listen.
I watch the leaves falling from the trees and wonder what it would be like to do the same - to watch as unwanted bits of myself fall slowly to the ground while the rest of me remains standing, solid, and resolute; growing through it all.
Is man capable of such a revolution as the changing of the seasons?
If ever you arrive again at the same fork in the road, you must have chosen wrong the first time.This is fun stuff for me, and should be exciting for you. This post amounts to a free sneak-peak at my awesome masterpiece in-progress.
That noise you hear is joy within your heart - softly booming.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Sadness booms softly
This has marked the first week in nearly three years that I have not counted myself as a Grant Thornton employee, and sadness has been heard booming since Monday.
As an explanation to the as-yet-uninitiated, contrary to common practice I contend that booming is best when understated. A man who believes in his boom doesn't need to sell it with volume or other dramatic elements. A confident man simply announces to the world that something went boom. If people determine to doubt reality, what does that matter to him?
Booming softly, therefore, is a grand business full of flair in its understated simplicity.
Don't get me wrong, I do not regret my decision to leave the land of mobius and dynamism. I chose the life less dynamic, and my comfort with that decision has only grown with time. I did not, however, make the decision lightly, and it wasn't easy despite that it was a foregone conclusion (being with my wife comes before, well, anything else). The simple fact of the matter is that one cannot have everything. In choosing to leave Grant Thornton, I left behind a job and people I enjoyed, and I will likely never again work in a company of it's nature.
Public accounting has its perks. Advancement and responsibility come quickly, training is prevalent, you get exposure to high levels of management, and you work with people who are very much of your age and general background. It's also a decent investment in your career because companies value the experience.
In the end, though, unless you are a "lifer", (and there are some), it eventually becomes a case of "The Royal Nonesuch." The hours and the stress are too high for the pay. Everybody has one foot out the door but they lie about it because they don't want to be the only person who "gets had" by staying too long.
My new job is exciting... and challenging... and ends at roughly 5:00pm everyday. I work for a large company in an industry I respect, there are perks, and I will continue to learn and grow. Sadness definitely boomed softly when I saw that my email was jblack4, but the quirkiness of having a number in my email address is rather irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
Relaxing at home may not be as dynamic as solving the world one financial statement audit at a time, but it's the life I choose. I am happy to spend time with my wife and to have time for thinking deeply, even if such thinking is simply wistful memories of spending too much time in conference rooms with friends.
As an explanation to the as-yet-uninitiated, contrary to common practice I contend that booming is best when understated. A man who believes in his boom doesn't need to sell it with volume or other dramatic elements. A confident man simply announces to the world that something went boom. If people determine to doubt reality, what does that matter to him?
Booming softly, therefore, is a grand business full of flair in its understated simplicity.
Don't get me wrong, I do not regret my decision to leave the land of mobius and dynamism. I chose the life less dynamic, and my comfort with that decision has only grown with time. I did not, however, make the decision lightly, and it wasn't easy despite that it was a foregone conclusion (being with my wife comes before, well, anything else). The simple fact of the matter is that one cannot have everything. In choosing to leave Grant Thornton, I left behind a job and people I enjoyed, and I will likely never again work in a company of it's nature.
Public accounting has its perks. Advancement and responsibility come quickly, training is prevalent, you get exposure to high levels of management, and you work with people who are very much of your age and general background. It's also a decent investment in your career because companies value the experience.
In the end, though, unless you are a "lifer", (and there are some), it eventually becomes a case of "The Royal Nonesuch." The hours and the stress are too high for the pay. Everybody has one foot out the door but they lie about it because they don't want to be the only person who "gets had" by staying too long.
My new job is exciting... and challenging... and ends at roughly 5:00pm everyday. I work for a large company in an industry I respect, there are perks, and I will continue to learn and grow. Sadness definitely boomed softly when I saw that my email was jblack4, but the quirkiness of having a number in my email address is rather irrelevant in the grand scheme of things.
Relaxing at home may not be as dynamic as solving the world one financial statement audit at a time, but it's the life I choose. I am happy to spend time with my wife and to have time for thinking deeply, even if such thinking is simply wistful memories of spending too much time in conference rooms with friends.
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