it's raining out. Harper is much emptier than a normal wednesday at 12:10. A lot of people must be gone for Thanksgiving, everyone in the world except for my teachers.
things i am discovering:
sometimes i don't mind sleeping with socks on.
mustard is good.
everyone discusses/relates to the idea of human connection.
that last one? it's really beginning to blow my mind.
for years my dad has taught me that as humans we have a knowledge of God without ever being taught about him, simply because we have an unexplained desire to connect that is never filled with anything here on earth.
interestingly enough, harper classes are subconciously teaching this same exact thing, or at least showing how it is evident from hundreds of years ago until today.
in theatre class we were discussing playwrights, and how the most common theme was the fundamental human question. how do we connect with each other?
in art class the teacher was discussing how in art we see loneliness and love combined, we are never full with one person. the more we are with them, the more we are aware that we will never know them and they will never know us. we will never know perfect completeness, and yet we still strive.
in literature, so many writers discussed this same fundamental human question. our connections. how do we connect? how do we fill this longing?
all of this was coming together at the same time, and i was almost surprised to see how obvious throughout history and today that we feel the need to connect, to share. movies, song lyrics. how is life worth living without someone to spend it with? i just saw Cabaret at Harper [i wouldn't recommend it] and that was one of the lines. The German/Jew man said to his love something like "I want to be with you. For what is life if you have none to live it with?"
And yet no one is asking the question why? Why are we filled with this longing, throughout history, today?
so that's been on my mind a bit.
-christina
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