It occurred to me last night that I don't have to put myself through the Sports Night cycle again if I don't want to. And upon further reflection, I've decided that I really don't. I've got WikiQuotes and memory, if necessary. So if you'll excuse me for five seconds...

...done.

*satisfied handdust*

Started reading Thich Nhat Hanh's True Love, a slim little volume of gentle gems. According to Thay and the Buddha, there are four components to genuine love:

1) maitri, which includes not just the desire to make somebody happy, but the ability to actually do so.

2) karuna, the wish to relieve another's pain, and the chops to actually pull it off.

3) mudita, or, simply, joy.

4) upeksha, or, freedom, giving somebody else enough space to feel comfortable inside and out.

If you accept these premises, and you stop to think about it, it seems remarkable that anybody ever truly loves anyone at all, ever. And yet, it happens. We just don't always notice that love is what we're dealing with, probably because we're expecting something else.

*ponders*

At any rate, had a nice, quiet evening with another good book, and les chatons. And now I'm ready to go off and have adventures. So, there's that.

Today's poem = Fruit of Loneliness. I want to make jelly from the fruit of loneliness and spread it on my peanut-butter toast.

Back to the business of rebuilding. See you tomorrow.

That is quietly all.