I just logged in to check the status of the site when I saw the countdown show just 28 days to go. What a trip that is. As the days grow nearer the reality sinks in a little more so to speak. At the same time, however, reality seems a completely subjective and ideological concept. The fact of the matter is that the future, this future, is something unfathomable. In programming, argument, sport or tactics you are taught to look ahead, anticipate what is to come. To put it simply, I can’t. This is uncharted territory for me and the excitement of it all is welled up sure to burst out in fanatically long-winded, and wordy, song and prose.
Captain Kirk once said, “How we deal with death is at least as important as how we deal with life.”
Not necessarily a quote one would think to find in blog about new life, but the very essence of this idea is the very spirit behind exploration, and in my case an exploration into the unknown.
Appropriately enough, this also stands out to me:
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam:I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam:That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.
There will be trials, to be sure, and it would be arrogant and foolish of me to say that there isn’t the slightest bit of foreboding about it all. At the same time I do not dread this, I know that the good will outweigh what may be difficult or frustrating. This, after all, is what adventuring is all about, isn’t it. Diving head first into the unknown and not stopping or giving up until the end.
See… I’ve already started getting wordy.