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Jul. 20th, 2007 05:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fpbThis morning, barely awake, I tipped over my favourite mug and it broke into a thousand pieces.
Now I don't want to make a big fuss out of this. Well, maybe I do; but in the last few weeks, friends of mine have lost parents, relatives and friends, and one cup simply does not cut it. But I'm the kind who grows fond of objects, and I liked that cup. And dammit, it was useful. So I'll miss it; and it's a heck of a start to Friday. Did I mention that it's pouring outside?
Now I don't want to make a big fuss out of this. Well, maybe I do; but in the last few weeks, friends of mine have lost parents, relatives and friends, and one cup simply does not cut it. But I'm the kind who grows fond of objects, and I liked that cup. And dammit, it was useful. So I'll miss it; and it's a heck of a start to Friday. Did I mention that it's pouring outside?
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Date: 2007-07-20 05:33 am (UTC)You're stepping a bit further through the objective skin, and most would argue that there is no subject there to love: but I think his point is that we create that subject as part of our own subjective experience of the world, and thus lead ourselves to find meaning, interest, or comfort through that relationship. I wish you luck in finding another cup that fits your sense of rightness.