Atopos

Atopy (Greek ατοπία, atopía; Socrates has often been called "átopos")[1] is a concept describing the ineffability of things or emotions that are seldom experienced, that are outstanding and that are original in the strict sense. It is a certain quality (of experience) that can be observed within oneself or within others, differing from the ideal quality that is conceptualized, not experienced.

Epiphanies...

[Verse 1]

Your words to me just a whisper

Your face is so unclear

I try to pay attention

Your words just disappear

[Chorus]

Oh

'Cause it's always raining in my head

Oh

Forget all the things I should have said

[Verse 2]

So I speak to you in riddles

'Cause my words get in my way

I smoke the whole thing to my head

And feel it wash away

[Verse 3]

'Cause I can't take anymore of this

I wanna come apart

Or dig myself a little hole

Inside your precious heart

[Chorus]

Oh

'Cause it's always raining in my head

Oh

Forget all the things I should have said

[Verse 4]

I am nothing more than

A little boy inside

That cries out for attention

Yet I always try to hide

[Verse 5]

'Cause I talk to you like children

Though I don't know how I feel

But I know I'll do the right thing

If the right thing is revealed

[Outro]

'Cause it's always raining in my head

Forget all the things I should have said

Aaron Lewis the writer and lead singer of Staind has explained that this song is about Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD)

Explaining that he has suffers from it but has never really done anything about it and chose to just allow it to manifest.

The song tries to capture what it is like for Aaron with this disorder.

Is it Christmas yet?

...or just Thanksgiving?

Literary Cartography on a 1:1 scale...

Dance by the Light of the Lune...

Your soul is a chosen landscape

On which masks and Bergamasques cast enchantment as they go,

Playing the lute, and dancing, and all but

Sad beneath their fantasy-disguises.

Singing all the while, in the minor mode,

Of all-conquering love and life so kind to them

They do not seem to believe in their good fortune,

And their song mingles with the moonlight,

With the calm moonlight, sad and lovely,

Which makes the birds dream in the trees,

And the plumes of the fountains weep in ecstasy,

The tall, slender plumes of the fountains among the marble sculptures.

"Clair de lune" (French for "Moonlight") is a poem written by French poet Paul Verlaine in 1869.

One for the Roses...

In “The Little Prince,” the fox wants to be visited by the little prince always at the same hour, so that his visit becomes a ritual. The little prince asks the fox what a ritual is, and the fox replies: “Those also are actions too often neglected. … They are what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours.”

Rituals can be defined as temporal technologies for housing oneself. They turn being in the world into being at home. Rituals are in time as things are in space. They stabilize life by structuring time. They give us festive spaces, so to speak, spaces we can enter in celebration.

As temporal structures, rituals arrest time. Temporal spaces we can enter in celebration do not pass away. Without such temporal structures, time becomes a torrent that tears us apart from each other and away from ourselves.

Mutuality...