Saturday, January 15, 2011
People are strange
We are a very curious species - we are indeed. We want to know ourselves, to understand our place in the world, where do we fit? We ask ourselves so many questions about our essential natures, we develop overarching theories and create personal stories of identity. Most of us, in some way or another, find ways to pidgeon-hole ourselves.
Ah but that pidgeon-hole (whatever one you choose) just keeps shifting and changing. Maybe that's why we are endlessly asking ourselves, "Who am I?"
Some things stay the same, I guess. "I have big feet," for instance, or "I'm an Aquarius." The deeper truths, the ones that shape-shift, are far more intriguing (at least to me), such as "I was young, but I'm not anymore. What does that mean?" Or "I'm a Capricorn currently experiencing a Pluto transit." Yeah.
Obviously, I'm still thinking about the big astrology flap based on Parke Kunte's ignorance. For those of us who study astrology, it was simply annoying, but for many who know nothing about the goings-on inside the ecliptic, it was worth considering - I think because it challenged people's ideas about who they are, even for those who don't "believe" in astrology.
The take home message is clear: just because someone releases a statement about something doesn't make it true. But how cool that some of us took the time to think about what it might mean to identify ourselves differently. You see? This is the very reason I so adore our species. We are full of questions, always. Sweet.
These daffodils are not blooming outdoors - this is in front of the fountain at the National Gallery of Art. Harbingers of a season to come.