Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Yo! Ho, Ho, Ho... Merry Christmas! And if you can't be merry let me suggest that you marry Christmas... even for a day. No ceremony necessary. Only a surrender. It's a nice time, if you live on a space of this planet that allows you to take a day off from the everyday. Indulge in a Day of Peace... even if it feels like some kinda fantasy. It can be as real as you allow it. It's between your ears, there for the acceptance, if only you want it.

Just like most everything in our minds, it's choice that prevails... choosing between one or another. How do you think written language began? It's not a given that everyone was born with the ability to understand, much less use, written language. It took someone (followed by many others) to put our daily sounds into symbols. Then think of how these symbols have become the alphabet of sounds - the more symbols that are strung together the longer the sound, and not just long! Nope. We add our emotion once we understand this symbology... we take it to the next level. Over the years, if we write, we grow with our written language.

(Getting back on track with the first paragraph, "if we want it..." Yes, 'if' is a pause before decision making - we all don't act before thinking, most of the time, anyway...)

We've developed stories that have been passed down for a long, long time. Oral traditions superseded the written stories, but stories that last as long as those we pass on to the next generation are stories that we identify with. We connect to the storyline - like fish we're hooked. But a time invariably comes when the story (pick your own) goes out of favor. It's not the base story that lacks, but the wording describing the emotions, the action, the personalities, the environment(s)... you get the idea.

Then the people that want those stories to continue update the stories using the state of language of 'today.' A change in the stage props... this being done to recruit new readers to the story. Even the Bible has new editions, new words drawing in a newer generation. Keepin' things fresh. We humans like freshness!

Mankind loves their stories. We connect to others experiences, some more so than others, of course, but it's the connection that's most meaningful. We all would like to connect to others on some level or another. We're social beings, by and large, but we do enjoy our privacy, too. It's one of the dualities that goes on with us - social/private.

When we read our stories we're normally in a private mood. And when we see and hear our stories, through theater, we assume the social part of us. The fact that we assemble as a group, that's indicative of socialization. Doesn't really matter if we all agree as long as we're together... together enough not to interfere - that's being uninvited into our privacy. No, no..!

(This could lead me into the Story of Etiquette, but I won't go there. Instead I will continue tapping on this Dell keyboard and continue with the Story About Stories...)

As to the suggestion that we're subject to the yin/yang principle, would it not follow that any story that moves us is not so much 'moving us' but 'nudging us'... a pat on the back, a little encouragement to hang on to the story.

Santa Claus is a wonderful story. But it's not a story that we listen to daily. We're unable to live the Santa Story everyday. It's against our dual nature. Even the best of stories aren't (or at least shouldn't be) lived everyday of our lives. We make our own story as we go along - every day a new chapter, each year a new volume. Not everyone writes their story down, obviously, but we create our own story even if it's not documented.

But our own stories are in part tiny bits and pieces of other stories that we relate to. We're sum totals of our own living, even if we're not Santa Clauses, Sidartha's, Joan's of Arc, or Jesuses. We mean something to someone, somewhere, (somehow). When we attached to our story reading or story seeing, we left behind part of ourselves at the same time... and a pleasant feeling is an important element in any story to pass on to others. The more popular the story the more feelings were both taken by the audience and left by the same audience.

These feelings don't need to be what we call 'good'... they can be 'bad,' i.e. scary and disturbing while reading or watching horror stories. But whatever emotion a story provokes, it's shared between the story told and it's reader/viewer.

The "Boo!'s" a story receives never does the story much good, does it? Negative criticism diminishes a story, weakens it until it can no longer survive memory. There's been more short-lived stories that survivors. A lot like most things in life, eh?

So whether we reread, listen to or see again a story that we enjoy, we make those stories more and more believable or even possible in our lives. They become such a reality that we know them as being true... at least true enough to know our emotions have been stirred. That's the best part - feeling ourselves light up... feeling alive and good. What a feeling having our senses excite us confirming that we are something worth living.

A sense of worth is the best of stories. It's a story that has as many facets of living as there are humans. And those stories are the story of mankind's life - the ups and downs and return to ups; the loss of love, the finding of love... the Emotional Story of Understanding Our Self - what makes us what we are. Stone by emotive stone we make ourselves into our Individuality - unique as all other life. But not without imagination - the breath of life for the acts of creativity, essential to becoming our wholeness. Without imagination we would lose reason for being. Starved for purpose our senses would cease to exist and creativity would dissipate into the ethers of no-thing.

So, bringing to a close to this Stream, the Story of Stories - the Cumulative Library of Mankind, (at our most intelligent/ignorant, our most loving/painful, most happy/sad, most real/fantastical selfs), be assured that the Story is always alive, always changing, developing, growing as does our species upon this one strange, wonderful planet among billions and billions that are known to have existed thousand of light years ago.

Have a Day of Peace!


Cecil
24 December 2007

mmm... I am merry, it's a crazy beautiful day, I guess it's enough!!
Thanks for the stream, Cecil and Happy Christmas for you and your family!!!
besos,

Arcadia

Language after all is a virus that I surrender to every day.............
Merry ho ho...just another day in the great samsaric ball of eternity....

yes I feel like breaking the bread of peace
piece by piece dealing it out
in kind
crumb by crumb
line by line
morselling peace through the ages
a peace at a time
in stages
ready, set, go
move over freddy
grab a seat
center front row
steady, study
the show's only just begun
have some fun before it starts
sing a song
rhyme a rhyme
one moment in time
is all it takes
to over see
the peace makers make ing peace
one stale crumb at a time
well I could say the whole thing stinks
reeks; but my mind tends to blanket
the wretchedness with pathos
and rye
the twinkling eye kind

here's a smile may the story to be be continued...


Thank-you for the streaming.

Thanks for the bread
I'll take mine buttered
spread thick with honey and time

Deep stream Cecil
a real flood
delicious too
gracias

this bit here wonders me

it can no longer survive memory

repression?

Thank you, arcadia (saludos a usted!), artguy and mousey one (loved your free flowing story-poem)...


...and truck, amigo. your question, i.e., "it can no longer survive memory" - just a comment on all the stories that have not prevailed amongst people... the stories that died an early death (so to speak) because either the content or way of telling the story was not enough to leave the listener with memories (good or not).

I don't think repression has anything to do with it in the context I wrote about, but could have been taken that way by others (including yourself, eh?). Not accepting the story but changed by the story is how I would interpret repression - knowing there's something about said story that offers you something but refusing to be moved to do so: a repressive action.

Thanks, truck, for the kind words and the question. I appreciate your taking time to read these Streams no matter which direction or intake I get from them.

Happy New Year to all of you!

What kind of bread is that????
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Hi, DtD - the bread is 'challah'... a Jewish bread made for some holiday (of which I don't know which).

Happy Nude Year, to ya', buddy!

Mmmmm challah I think it's made for when ever???? I have when ever I stop in at a Einstein Bagels place here in Madison. I have what I like to call a "Kosher Violation." Which is a challah with egg or bacon or ham. Funny no one there will take notice of it. But then again last time I got one of those. It was burned a bit. That's the last time I go to that particular one.

Happy naked year to you too!!!!
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