Day 332: What is Life?

I make up stories. I create elaborate fictions where a part of my mind resides. I made up a baseball game with a whole cast of players among eight teams, an entirely fabricated world of games and teams and champions. I never play anymore.

I can see scenarios unfold from the fabric of our mundane realities. I see situations play out, wild and implausible.  I snap back to the world and it all disappears.

I have parallel stories to my own life running alongside mine. In the past few months, they have grown and become more elaborate. I go back to them occasionally and daydream.

I have a garden where I grow things and eat them.

There are a half dozen places I can retreat to in my imagination, some invented and some memories of the past and some a combination of the two.

When you create your own worlds, you can do whatever you want with them. You can build them up. You can burn them to the ground. You can also restore them to new glories.

Day 192: Beware of Darkness

It took me a long time to appreciate George. He was always the third Beatle. As a kid, I liked John Lennon’s songs the most. There was a cult around John at the time I was in high school. A movie about his life came out when I was a junior or senior, adding to the mythological aura around him. Paul has always been there, so talented and relentlessly charming.

George lingered on the fringe. I liked all his songs in between the Paul and John songs, but they never really spoke to me. Then I heard All Things Must Pass in its entirety several years ago when I bought the album. Beautiful. For all the years George only managed a few songs on the Beatles albums, he was writing many more and storing them up. “Beware of Darkness” is a favorite. There are many great songs on that album.

I think it took some maturing on my part to appreciate George’s music. It is not as poppy as Paul. It is not sophomorically teen-angsty like John. It took me a while to listen and hear George, and it took some growing up. I hope Miles spent some time with George’s music. I think he did, if only with me. Good enough.