In Wong Kar Wai's odd martial arts film, Ashes of Time, a character finds a cask of wine that will make the drinker forget. As he consumes the wine, his memories fade away, until he suddenly gets up and rides away toward the dawn.
I can tell it will be a night without much sleep and no rest. A quick Google brought me to Proverbs 31:7,"let them drink and forget their poverty and remember their misery no more."
There are many different kinds of falls-economic, mental, physical & spiritual.I was labeled a "Fall Risk" the first time I went to the hospital for what was eventually diagnosed as Chronic inflammatory demyelinating polyneuropathy, a progressive, auto immune disease.In a few weeks, I went from healthy to being an invalid and eventually almost completely paralyzed. With the help of God, loving family and friends, and modern science, I have begun to recover.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Time
Last night I dreamed about Natasha's funeral; it was dark and full of people I didn't know. They asked me difficult questions that I couldn't answer. The day before, at the gym, some song I had never heard before sent me stumbling and sobbing into the showers, crying that I missed her. Maybe because the tumult from last month is slowing down, these Natasha bumps (as in bumping up a topic in an Internet forum to keep it active) have been happening. With less to occupy it, my mind goes to her, sometimes unwillingly.
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