BaldFriede wrote:I read the book again to regain the effect, but it was not like the first time. It was still an excellent book, but my eyes had been opened by the book already, and so it was not the revelation it had been on first reading. But that is no fault of the book
If it is a fault at all?
I think if anything that's a 'fault' in modern attitudes in terms of excess, or craving too much of a good thing perhaps? Not expressing myself very well here as it's caught up in personal stuff atm.
I've read the Neverending Story
but not Momo
, but I do get what you mean as that sense of serene removal from the world around you, those 'time stood still' moments that feel like hours when you get the 'tingles' etc are supposed to be precious and rare, if not unique, and kept in memory rather than experienced too much, certainly not in a regular sense. In a way this is part of the 'malaise of the western world' for people of all ages today - if you have the income for whatever your 'thing' is, everything's on tap, instant and available, a quick fix to keep you happy for so long until it's time for the next hit, but it all become so jaded, so quickly.
There are so many highs to be had that we're losing all value for the aethereal? The 'magic' moment isn't magic anymore unless you can have it over and over again until it loses it's charm and it's onto something newer, faster, more exciting, sexier - whatever. We get too much is what I'm saying and, in a way, you can
blame TV for this!
Think of it this way with the Megaphores site - the top comment is still currently - This toilet tissue is so soft it's like the sweet sweet embrace of a freshly shaved unicorn
- which is utterly absurd but isn't that an evocative phrase?!
Quite why or where a unicorn would need to shave is neither here nor there, but if your mind's capable of imagining a silky smooth white ghosting of warmth stealing over your skin, then that's the aesthetic, the wonderful moment I'm talking about. I don't think I'd want that to happen too much else it would be too much and no longer mystical, it should
be the tiny glimpse, the merest touch, the momentary waft of paradise and then gone but never forgotten. The unforgettable precious moment's too fragile and too special to happen more than once, but we're awakened to the echoes in our sense as well as our memories, so we can almost get there again and smile at a lesser reflection because we had
the original once and that has to be enough for one lifetime. It's the reason why innocence and purity, wisdom and caring should be valued and not squandered - and definitely why those unicorn moments should not
be wasted on an area currently suffering from the devastation of last night's lager bender and a dodgy shami kebab