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Tuesday, February 9, 2010


V-day had more of a "D-day" ring to it the past few Februarys as I prepared myself to lose my best friends to their significant others for the day, and direct my efforts to avoiding the awkard just-happens-to-be-Valentine's Day-but-let's-hang-out dates. Which was fine, as long as roommates brought me back some chocolate or cookies ("Do you know how many calories are in that?" is an effective line).

Anyway, just wanted to share my favorite passage from POSSIBLY my favorite essay by my UNDOUBTEDLY favorite writer, Mr. Ralph Waldo. Emerson's description of love will forever be unparalled by any stupid movie or Nicholas Sparks book.

Whatever your relationship status, Emerson will speak to you. Promise.

From his essay, "Love."

"I have been told, that in some public discourses of mine my reverence for the intellect has made me unjustly cold to the personal relations. But now I almost shrink at the remembrance of such disparaging words. For persons are love's world, and the coldest philosopher cannot recount the debt of the young soul wandering here in nature to the power of love, without being tempted to unsay, as treasonable to nature, aught derogatory to the social instincts. For, though the celestial rapture falling out of heaven seizes only upon those of tender age, and although a beauty overpowering all analysis or comparison, and putting us quite beside ourselves, we can seldom see after thirty years, yet the remembrance of these visions outlasts all other remembrances, and is a wreath of flowers on the oldest brows. But here is a strange fact; it may seem to many men, in revising their experience, that they have no fairer page in their life's book than the delicious memory of some passages wherein affection contrived to give a witchcraft surpassing the deep attraction of its own truth to a parcel of accidental and trivial circumstances. In looking backward, they may find that several things which were not the charm have more reality to this groping memory than the charm itself which embalmed them. But be our experience in particulars what it may, no man ever forgot the visitations of that power to his heart and brain, which created all things new; which was the dawn in him of music, poetry, and art; which made the face of nature radiant with purple light, the morning and the night varied enchantments; when a single tone of one voice could make the heart bound; when he became all eye when one was present, and all memory when one was gone; when the youth becomes a watcher of windows, and studious of a glove, a veil, a ribbon, or the wheels of a carriage; when no place is too solitary, and none too silent, for him who has richer company and sweeter conversation in his new thoughts, than any old friends, though best and purest, can give him; for the figures, the motions, the words of the beloved object are not like other images written in water, but, as Plutarch said, "enamelled in fire," and make the study of midnight. "


Kimmy Morley said...

Remember that one Valentines Day. The one at Hollywood Juice cafe (I think that was the name), I would say successful!

leila said...

You know your husband will never read this!!

ashley mikell said...

Oh yeah we definitely are rappers. ha ha I LOVED haning out with you and Ken last week. so fun and yummy!