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theory of sculpting

A standup comic (or was it Michelangelo?) had a theory of sculpting is as follows:

You start with a block of marble, and you chip away at it, breaking off everything that isn't part of the statue. If you're carving an elephant, chisel away at anything that isn't an elephant.

Well, in this brain of mine somewhere is the perfect me... Right now it's sharp-edged in very few places, though, and so far it's all rough. Every action I take is a hammer's blow to it, I think, and I risk ruining... whatever it is I want the outcome to be. Indecision paralyzes until a crisis strikes... and the shape of the crisis, not my will, determines the outcome of any situation. This is what comes from a lack of will, a lack of central theme to the sculpture. A frenetic, unpredictable mess will never have any aesthetic appeal.

The only thing I have going for me right now is the fact that, on a micro- scale, I try to do the right thing. I give people rides, I apologize for stepping on toes, I compliment people (though not nearly enough, still, for my taste). This makes people think I'm a good person, but all it means is I'm a good-intentioned person. To be a good person, I need to complete my... my self, really.

Consistency. Stability. These are at odds with the freedom I've always prized, freedom to go with the prevailing winds (from Vichy)... Turns out the prevailing winds are chaotic, Brownian eddies... and I end up staying in the same place.

Changing jobs was a big step for me, this summer. I took things into my own hands, I saw what I wanted for myself, and I went for it. I need to make a similar decision, soon, in other quarters of my life, and make it count. Get some guts, don't just walk away, and... be embiggened by the experience.


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Jan. 20th, 2002 10:18 pm (UTC)
Sounds like you're doing a lot of important thinking. :)

*hugs* Just 'cause.
Jan. 21st, 2002 08:13 am (UTC)
mmmmmmm...chipped beef.
Being nice has it's priveleges. Giving rides is nice, but try not to let people step all over you, too. (this coming from a self-proclaimed heartless bitch who uses her friends too much) When your bag hits someone on the T, was it because you swung it around, or because that person just HAD to run out of the train faster than anyone else? Make sure you're apologizing for toes you did, in fact, step on.

I think you'll be fine. I like you now, and I can't imagine me stopping to like you.
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