tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14840542.post113030947953488198..comments2008-12-12T21:52:06.134-08:00Transient Gadflyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10313323030838183737noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14840542.post-1130403151401911222005-10-27T01:52:00.000-07:002005-10-27T01:52:00.000-07:00Yes, but I think love is also about the missing; if you were in "God"'s company all the time, continually in ecstasy, then you wouldn't know when you were experiencing transcendence. The Sufis had this down, with the whole poetic lamenting of distance from God, yearning, etc. Forbidden love as the theme for religion, something you could yearn for but never quite have. <BR/><BR/>But even in its absence you still remember that great narrative, perhaps even, say <A HREF="http://secondamericano.blogspot.com/2005/08/evolution-or-richard-powers-is-genius.html" REL="nofollow">proselytize</A> it a bit, and long for its brilliance, something that you cannot necessarily reclaim with a rereading. a certain joy in being heartbroken, I suppose...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15288362305811301715noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14840542.post-1130372562398750242005-10-26T17:22:00.000-07:002005-10-26T17:22:00.000-07:00and then when it's over, you're heartbroken, forlorn and depressed... until the next narrative comes along?Tarnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06643904349784968734noreply@blogger.com