I can agree with you there insofar surmounting them goes. They teach us about ourselves too. For me, it would also be the experiences, the ones which I found most rare.
Aside from that, can you describe the “pleasure” you felt in thinking about that?
Wow - you have created a picture here of quite some ordeal. You were a Superman!
What, in your estimation, do you think gave you the will to continue that?
Perhaps it is not so much “pleasure” that you are looking for. Well, I suppose on might say that pleasure is what pleases us. But that can be a shallow kind of thing or a deeply felt thing. You’re looking for a deeper contentment and the “good life” in a richly felt spiritual sense, perhaps.
It sounds really beautiful. Quiet and so much solitude which you like ~ and water, water, water.
If you really want it, as you seem to, you had better give it some thought soon before someone else does.
And if you really want it, you will make it work…no matter what…or at least you will (not literally) die trying. But you do need to take the time to think things out.
Imagine yourself as owning it ( or not so much owning it as being its caretaker).
Close your eyes and see yourself there - you have become a part of it and it you. Hear it crying out to you - von Rivers…I am yours…you are mine. Come and get me. But seriously though.
But of course, it is entirely up to you. But I rather think that anyone who can handle the flies and muck and everything else you spoke of above, could handle that.
“It’s the good life…”
Go to it - do it - it is calling to you.
And sometimes those meaningful experiences come to us in the moment when we’re not looking for them.
Ps. Don’t forget to dress warmly in the winter.
Little reptile, do you realize just how many threads have that expression “the cat out of the bag’ the cat is out of the bag”.
We silly humans really need to use our imagination and come up with more expressions and metaphors.
I tried drawing one time. I do not think that i can draw - except perhaps with words. I sat down one pleasant evening and began to draw my snake plant. Do you know what a snake plant looks like? It took me three solid hours to draw that thing. Where did the time ever go? It did look like a snake plant and that is all i can say…except that i so enjoyed the experience. I was totally in the zone for three hours…time either moved on or stood still for that time. I was so content with my achievent - such that it was.
I think that it was a moment of ineffable contemplation. One may communicate most intimately with a snake plant than with another human. I must have made that snake plant’s day.
And what is the philosophical lesson to be learned here?
as being its caretaker).
It can’t be defined…it can only be experienced. And afterwards, it’s difficult to define it.
What does that mean?