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To Know Someone The way to know another living being is by direct communion. Mental analysis and judgment are set aside. Emotionally reactive first impressions are set aside. Open-ended attention is given freely to the other. This provides a space through which unguarded, undefended presence bypasses identity games of self and other. That is direct relating. Something in you perceives something in them, something in them perceives something in you, and something of an entirely different order of reality shines through you both. We may commune in this manner with other people but also with animals, plants, and sometimes even with inanimate objects. Great insight and connection arise with it. Typically if a person is trying to get to know someone, there are certain questions that need answering. What do you do, where are you from, what interests do you have, what things do you dislike, what makes you laugh, what makes you cry, what motivates you, and so on? In the common sense of the idea, getting to know someone means using personal history, personal preferences, and personal intentions to form an image of a person. Then you judge that image as good or bad, interesting or boring according to your own preferences. It is an effective process for modeling the behavior of others so that you can predict if they will be friends or foes; it is a survival-based methodology. But it does not permit actual knowledge of another living being. In fact, it obscures such knowledge. Soon we stop being able to see other beings at all and instead only perceive our images of them. Actual knowledge of another being means relating, and communing. Make it a priority. Connecting with loved ones will be more rich and intimate. Meeting new people will be more sincere and present. And relating to the phenomena around you will be more immediate and playful. ~ Unknown  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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9/10/2023 2:55 pm |
Hi! Probably written for his first wife, Phyllis Major, mother of his son and who died at her own hand while suffering from depression in 1976 when "The Pretender' album was being put together by Browne. Lowell George sings 'harmony' on this song as well as playing the slide guitar and the reference to George in the song is the the lines "It's so hard to come by That feeling of peace This friend of mine said Close your eyes And try a few of these I thought I was flying like a bird"...he (Browne) admitted as much when talking about the song long after it had come out and became one of his "got to" songs when he performs in concerts. He's Godfather to George's daughter, Inara George. I posted "Farther On" as a response to your post here, 'To know someone' and Browne's 'explanation' of how HE perceived his "knowing someone' during times in his life "passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd heard of In books and films and songs Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy In the place where the real world belongs" and how he turned to his musical talents where "I look for the beauty in songs To fill my head and lead me on Though my dreams have come up torn and empty As many times as love has come and gone".And explains how his memory takes him back to those failed relationships, the 'friends' he knew during those times, and the dreams HE and those friends were all chasing, with some, mesmerized by his, even though they had dreams of their own. Then he goes into getting older, and seemingly losing his way, perhaps losing his touch with thee 'angels' that are getting older (like he is, as well), and don't necessarily go for the flash and suave/debonair ways of this trubador, but he continues to push forward with his 'plans' (maps) and his 'faith in the distance' 9how far he knows he still has to go to get to where he keeps "thinking I'll find what I'm looking for in the sand beneath the Dawn" while moving FARTHER ON...
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agreed respect communication & trust are the key to any successful relationship and vital in any bdsm relationship always vet ask questions be SSC enjoy your Sunday girl!
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"In my early years I hid my tears And passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd heard of In books and films and songs Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy In the place where the real world belongs Now I look for the beauty in songs To fill my head and lead me on Though my dreams have come up torn and empty As many times as love has come and gone To those gentle ones my memory runs To the laughter we shared at the meals I filled their kitchens and living rooms With my schemes and my broken wheels It was never clear how far or near The gates to my citadel lay They we're cutting from stone some dreams of their own But they listened to mine anyway I'm not sure what I'm trying to say It could be I've lost my way Though I keep a watch over the distance Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday And the angels are older They know not to wait up for the sun They look over my shoulder At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun Now the distance leads me farther on Though the reasons I once had are gone I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for In the sand beneath the dawn But the angels are older They can see that the sun's setting fast They look over my shoulder At the vision of paradise Contained in the light of the past And they lay down behind me To sleep beside the road 'til the morning has come Where they know they will find me With my maps and my faith in the distance Moving farther on..." Jackson Browne, 1974 from the album "Late for the Sky" I'm sitting down by the highway Down by that highway side Everybody's going somewhere Riding just as fast as they can ride I guess they've got a lot to do Before they can rest assured Their lives are justified Pray to God for me baby He can let me slide I've been up And down this highway Far as my eyes can see No matter how fast I run I can never seem To get away from me No matter where I am I can't help thinking I'm just a day away From where I want to be Now I'm running home baby Like a river to the sea Baby if you can see me Out across this wilderness There's just one thing I was hoping you might guess Baby, you can free me All in the power of Your sweet tenderness I can see it in your eyes You've got those bright baby blues You don't see what you've got to gain But you don't like to lose You watch yourself from the sidelines Like your life is a game You don't mind playing To keep yourself amused I don't mean to be cruel baby But you're looking confused Baby if you can hear me Turn down your radio There's just one thing I want you to know When you've been near me I've felt the love Stirring in my soul It's so hard to come by That feeling of peace This friend of mine said Close your eyes And try a few of these I thought I was flying like a bird So far above my sorrow When I looked down I was standing on my knees Now I need someone to help me Someone to help me please Baby if you need me Like I know I need you There's just one thing I'll ask you to do Take my hand and lead me To the hole in your garden wall And pull me through Pull me through "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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In a blink of an eye you can know if they are the one.
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prey and willing
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9/9/2023 9:11 pm |
"In my early years I hid my tears And passed my days alone Adrift on an ocean of loneliness My dreams like nets were thrown To catch the love that I'd heard of In books and films and songs Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy In the place where the real world belongs Now I look for the beauty in songs To fill my head and lead me on Though my dreams have come up torn and empty As many times as love has come and gone To those gentle ones my memory runs To the laughter we shared at the meals I filled their kitchens and living rooms With my schemes and my broken wheels It was never clear how far or near The gates to my citadel lay They we're cutting from stone some dreams of their own But they listened to mine anyway I'm not sure what I'm trying to say It could be I've lost my way Though I keep a watch over the distance Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday And the angels are older They know not to wait up for the sun They look over my shoulder At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun Now the distance leads me farther on Though the reasons I once had are gone I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for In the sand beneath the dawn But the angels are older They can see that the sun's setting fast They look over my shoulder At the vision of paradise Contained in the light of the past And they lay down behind me To sleep beside the road 'til the morning has come Where they know they will find me With my maps and my faith in the distance Moving farther on..." Jackson Browne, 1974 from the album "Late for the Sky"
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 "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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