one of my favorite things about the web is the interactive potential... I wish I had more time to participate and get into it the way I was into my offline (snail mail) magazines and correspondence in the past... lately I hardly even have time to upload words (beyond the almost daily updates of life in RealTime� where you can read about the reality show that is this life I loosely call mine � as opposed to this life in black and white rambling I do here behind the candoor... the difference is it's more concise and RealTime� real life there, while here my ramblings go wherever my mind or whatever wants to go)...

and even though I don't have time lately to run around the web reading you and others and leaving comments lately, I love the comment systems online (especially threaded systems like they have at live journal, which may be my favorite comment system even though I rarely get a comment or leave an entry there because I am (or at least was here so much... feel free to encourage me)... sometimes comments offer insights into things and open new doors and perspectives... sometimes not, but the interaction is great...

so this entry is about comments and I include a few I've left around here and there or somewhere, probably... I believe it was the-moo and her udderly astounding followers who inspired the following comments (and if it was someone else, well, thank you too)...

you definitely pose questions that inspire some ponderings and I enjoying your other commenters ponderings and now I ponder a bit myself...

my first reactions was 'yes' and not just any yes, but a little-kid excited yes as I remembered with all of my being the times I shared romance with friends and acquaintances and some strangers as well...

I think romance is giving, serving, catering to another's needs and desires and whims for a little while, being sensitive to their every motion, their every nuance... whether it is the brief eternity of a dance (like the Fred and Ginger reference) or the even briefer moment of giving up a seat on a crowded train and chatting or just imagining exploring the mystery of the other person who you know from just a lingering glance and smile of appreciation...

and it is also the deep falling in love and giving the whole self to serve another for all eternity...

in all it's forms, romance is still measured in moments, the most real, caring, feeling, giving, sharing moments we can experience as humans... for those brief moments we let ourselves be pampered, giving a moment of unconditional trust that the seat will be slid gently under our bottom, rather than pulled out so we splat on the floor in a pratfall... giving the unconditional love that lets someone know you are there for them and trusts them to be there for you, that for that moment they are everything that matters and can ask for anything they desire...

a great waiter or waitress, in that sense, is a romantic experience... or a great massage... professional romance generally costs, but it can be well worth it for the pampering...

romance is not only the fall as in falling in love, but it is believing in the fall and believing in love itself...

love is love, the giving and wanting and impulse to be with someone that reaches beyond consciousness... sex is sex, the hunger for sharing physical desire and basic instincts... romance is romance, the unconditional offer and gift of kindness, comfort, service...

the best experiences are when all three come together in one precious sharing and bonding between two people, but each are beautiful and amazing without the others...

a first dance between father and daughter is romance...

as is a walk on a beach, through a park, under the stars allowing yourself to experience the big picture, the universe and your living breathing body walking through it...

romance is the gift of self, for a moment, for a dance, for an evening, for an eternity...

thanks for this reminder :)

or maybe it was dandy who also gives me cause for pondering and feeling good inside...


I do know for sure, or at least as close to certainty as anything gets, that the following comment was left for Z0tl, but it was inspired at least in part by ender and only makes sense if you turn your head sideways and close one eye while rubbing your left cheek with your right hand...

can one measure the boredensity of time and space or experience (if we actually could experience time and space in all it's dimensions)... gazing at the boredography of the scene before us, I have discovered only recently once again that I can undermine the power of boredumb by re-igniting some brain cells through texperiencing (and experiencing too) past emotions (in the absence of current stimulation) and memory fuels passion until it explodes the black hole of the most boarded up boredogram... the only obstacle left is the ridiculous interpolations and integrations of time and money in this current reality box I am in where I do not have the money to buy enough time between work sessions to actually lose myself enough to find myself again... but I'm working on it... I think...

or was it your right cheek with your left hand?... well, don't go falling through the cracks over it, it is so... I can further ascertain from the archives of my brain that besides the rain in Spain falling mainly on the plain, the sweet love remains as beautiful as ever over at Seawave's place...

I obviously copped out with my last comment to this entry... sure it is a beautiful dream... but for me, as I personally have done too much lately, leaving it at that - leaving the actualization of unconditional love as a dream is failure, it is giving up, it is allowing myself to take the easy path toward a false sense of fulfillment... it is the ethereal equivalent of taking a pill (to refer to your previous entry)...

I so easily let my ego dance around the points I so dearly wish to share... because ego can take the hits, the disinterest, the cold cruel world, silence and blank stares and being ignored and the rejections so much better than my heart can...

ego is a pill

and reading you I am reminded of what a cop out I've become in so many ways (that's a good thing, remembering and facing up to myself), so I do not thank you nearly enough in my brief (however true) comments...

thank you for being you - for daring to express yourself as you do - for coming to visit me - and for sharing your heart...

you are a yay

and you, dear reader, are a yay too... thank you so much for plowing through the entries to this point (or perhaps you are going in reverse, in which case I wish you good luck)...

and don't forget to check out the wondering people (and oddities) you can find in this entry when you have time to browse... the many places I've been and the few who bring me love, thank you all... but especially for the love :)

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