Comments on: Meaning Meaning http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/ Just trying to catch butterflies, fish, lunatics, and stars, metaphorically speaking. Thu, 29 Jul 2010 08:27:44 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.5 hourly 1 By: idyllopus http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-6248 idyllopus Sat, 16 May 2009 00:33:28 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-6248 The cultural sin of exploring the unknown.<br><br>Toto was toast when Dorothy Gale got home. The cultural sin of exploring the unknown.

Toto was toast when Dorothy Gale got home.

]]> By: Moody http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-6155 Moody Thu, 15 Jan 2009 02:10:16 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-6155 Thanks Michael... Hm, I am kinda hungry. ;-) Thanks Michael…

Hm, I am kinda hungry. ;-)

]]> By: Michael Bales http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-6154 Michael Bales Wed, 14 Jan 2009 20:49:54 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-6154 Very cool post! I think it comes down to this: Maybe you can't garb a snake, but you can definitely grab a snack. Very cool post!

I think it comes down to this: Maybe you can’t garb a snake, but you can definitely grab a snack.

]]> By: idyllopus http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-1159 idyllopus Sun, 22 Apr 2007 22:54:06 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-1159 The cultural sin of exploring the unknown. Toto was toast when Dorothy Gale got home. The cultural sin of exploring the unknown.

Toto was toast when Dorothy Gale got home.

]]> By: Moody http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-1158 Moody Sun, 22 Apr 2007 16:58:44 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-1158 Aha... Yes. Thank you for the link. It's one of those "be careful what you ask for or you just might get it" stories. Nicely told, too. And the young man's name wasn't Harry... and it wasn't Parseltongue... ;-) One of my favorite stories, in a similar vein, is found on a Boingo album. Are you familiar with "Mary"? Here are the lyrics: <blockquote>Oh Mary wasn't happy with the life that she led She was a simple girl without much to say So one day she just upped and left her dreary home And she left all her friends behind to wander all alone And at first she was afraid, she was so far away From her home but slowly she got to like it anyway Oh Mary wont you please come... Well in time she found that The mountain that she had been taught Her whole life, that she must avoid And though at first it hurt, and no one could comfort her She finally came to appreciate it And she like it, she like it - oh wasn't she surprised And though still alone, she grew so much inside Oh Mary wont you please come... And after a time, she became so sublime She could look in peoples eyes and read their minds Though her hands would sometimes bleed and occasionally She would long for her past and the memories they bring She decided to return to her old home town And her heart was burning with all the things she found Oh Mary wont you please come... So, Mary came back and at first no one recognized her face And her friends were all a little bit afraid When they heard what she had to say They all slowly backed away And her family took her aside and put their arms around her They said Mary wont you please come back to us now There is still time to repent for all your sins And Mary started to cry when she realized That shed never come home again in her life Oh Mary wont you please come Mary won't you please come home...?</blockquote> Aha… Yes. Thank you for the link. It’s one of those “be careful what you ask for or you just might get it” stories. Nicely told, too. And the young man’s name wasn’t Harry… and it wasn’t Parseltongue… ;-)

One of my favorite stories, in a similar vein, is found on a Boingo album. Are you familiar with “Mary”? Here are the lyrics:

Oh Mary wasn’t happy with the life that she led
She was a simple girl without much to say
So one day she just upped and left her dreary home
And she left all her friends behind to wander all alone
And at first she was afraid, she was so far away
From her home but slowly she got to like it anyway
Oh Mary wont you please come…

Well in time she found that
The mountain that she had been taught
Her whole life, that she must avoid
And though at first it hurt, and no one could comfort her
She finally came to appreciate it
And she like it, she like it – oh wasn’t she surprised
And though still alone, she grew so much inside
Oh Mary wont you please come…

And after a time, she became so sublime
She could look in peoples eyes and read their minds
Though her hands would sometimes bleed and occasionally
She would long for her past and the memories they bring
She decided to return to her old home town
And her heart was burning with all the things she found
Oh Mary wont you please come…

So, Mary came back and at first no one recognized her face
And her friends were all a little bit afraid
When they heard what she had to say
They all slowly backed away
And her family took her aside and put their arms around her
They said Mary wont you please come back to us now
There is still time to repent for all your sins
And Mary started to cry when she realized
That shed never come home again in her life

Oh Mary wont you please come
Mary won’t you please come home…?

]]> By: idyllopus http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/comment-page-1/#comment-1156 idyllopus Sun, 22 Apr 2007 10:36:26 +0000 http://verywide.net/blog/2007/04/21/meaning-meaning/#comment-1156 And here I go unintentionally dragging your elevating essay down a notch with a perfectly mundane comment. When we were at the Georgia National Fair (first time) this year we saw a presentation by Okefenokee Joe. His main concern seems to be ecology/environment and he uses his knowledge of animals and the Okefenokee to attract attention ("Look! Snakes!") and when he starts talking about the environment hopefully you'll be engaged and won't get up and wander off. One thing I found interesting was how much time he took illustrating to the audience that a snake is a snake is not a human being and you simply can't garb a snake in your human interpretation of sense and event. And that's when I was glad we had listened to my sister-in-law and taken H.o.p. to see the presentation. And yet it is a fairly common tale in different cultures that humans once spoke the language of the bear, the fox, the fish, the crow, the rock etc. and there was no linguistic barrier, and to some extent we were able to participate in the nature of the other. Commonly known as the Language of the Birds. Also expressed in fairy tales of dragons and snakes where, for instance, one takes a bite of snake and suddenly one can understand the language of all things and thus attains the gold. I've a very fun story about The Language of the Birds which I might relate on my blog. But these are some favorite folk tales of mine and I rewrote one of them for my son, <a href="http://www.ink.imagedjinn.com/young_man_who_would_have_his_eyes_opened.htm" rel="nofollow">The Man Who Would Have His Eyes Opened</a>. And here I go unintentionally dragging your elevating essay down a notch with a perfectly mundane comment. When we were at the Georgia National Fair (first time) this year we saw a presentation by Okefenokee Joe. His main concern seems to be ecology/environment and he uses his knowledge of animals and the Okefenokee to attract attention (”Look! Snakes!”) and when he starts talking about the environment hopefully you’ll be engaged and won’t get up and wander off. One thing I found interesting was how much time he took illustrating to the audience that a snake is a snake is not a human being and you simply can’t garb a snake in your human interpretation of sense and event. And that’s when I was glad we had listened to my sister-in-law and taken H.o.p. to see the presentation.

And yet it is a fairly common tale in different cultures that humans once spoke the language of the bear, the fox, the fish, the crow, the rock etc. and there was no linguistic barrier, and to some extent we were able to participate in the nature of the other. Commonly known as the Language of the Birds. Also expressed in fairy tales of dragons and snakes where, for instance, one takes a bite of snake and suddenly one can understand the language of all things and thus attains the gold.

I’ve a very fun story about The Language of the Birds which I might relate on my blog. But these are some favorite folk tales of mine and I rewrote one of them for my son, The Man Who Would Have His Eyes Opened.

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