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Friday, February 28, 2003 End of February Not really have anything meaningful to say for the last day of this month. Just felt I could not let the shortest month slip away imperceptibly. We went to Frank¡¯s Mardi Grass Party tonight. Three years in row, we went to the same bar for crawfish of same taste, and three years had gone. When I am sentimental about the loss of a month, off the three years had gone quietly. Many many years ago, I read a bedtime story about loss of time: a boy stepped into a wonderland and enjoyed three heavenly days, and come back to secular world to find all people he knew are gone, since 100 years passed while he stayed in wonderland. It is scary and sad, the cost of heavenly enjoyment is just too high. Not too long ago, the movie ¡°Contact¡± gives me alternative explanation of time and human sense. Judie Forster¡¯ space shuttle, because of some malfunction, throws her into another celestial dimension of time and space ( wormhole maybe?), where is more beautiful than anything in this earth, and where she met her dear father who died long time ago. She thought her outer-space experience lasted for several hours, but when she (actually only her mind) came back, her crew member on ground told her that she only passed out for 7 seconds. I¡¯m not a big science-fiction fan, but that movie takes my breath away. The two stories seem completely contradictory to each other. Maybe Einstein can explain better the relation of time, space and happiness. I even don¡¯t know why I¡¯m talking about this. Go back to the beginning, maybe it is just an elegy for February, an elegy for all the time that slipped away. Vita Sackville-West did it better than I do by saying: ¡°It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone.¡± And I just realized, indeed, that is the beauty of blogging, even nobody hears you. posted by lmeimei @6:14 PM| permanent link| | |
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