I love this way of thinking...beyond measure. Think of how jazz would be ruined if we always measured it. Consider whether counting smiles by their physical measures alone would take away the real meaning of them. A kiss is a kiss is not a kiss. A rose is a rose is not a rose, and thank the goddess for that. Make a thousand lemon meringue pies for a Las Vegas banquet and you'll probably want to measure the flour and lemon and eggs and other ingredients for them. But I'm willing to bet that my mom's tastes better. How big is love? What are hope's dimensions? If we know the depth and breadth of emotion, do we know the meaning or value of the emotion?
Maybe all of this is why I am such a lousy carpenter. I have to measure not twice before each use of my saw, but many times, because I keep thinking about how wonderful (hard to measure), strong (good to measure), useful (ok, measurable), full of memories and possibilities the final product might be. And it does seem like this moment (essentially impossible and stupid to measure) is just fine (as is the next one, indistinct as it may be). So there!
On Nov 20, 2012 Rick Brooks wrote:
I love this way of thinking...beyond measure. Think of how jazz would be ruined if we always measured it. Consider whether counting smiles by their physical measures alone would take away the real meaning of them. A kiss is a kiss is not a kiss. A rose is a rose is not a rose, and thank the goddess for that. Make a thousand lemon meringue pies for a Las Vegas banquet and you'll probably want to measure the flour and lemon and eggs and other ingredients for them. But I'm willing to bet that my mom's tastes better. How big is love? What are hope's dimensions? If we know the depth and breadth of emotion, do we know the meaning or value of the emotion?
Maybe all of this is why I am such a lousy carpenter. I have to measure not twice before each use of my saw, but many times, because I keep thinking about how wonderful (hard to measure), strong (good to measure), useful (ok, measurable), full of memories and possibilities the final product might be. And it does seem like this moment (essentially impossible and stupid to measure) is just fine (as is the next one, indistinct as it may be). So there!