Bouncing balls

There are times in Australian rules when the ball just does not bounce as you want it. Folk talk about having the run of the ball. Life can be a bit like that. Some days it bounces right up into your arms, other days it bounces at right angles away from you, suddenly runs along the ground, sometimes kicks up high and any, all of these movements only serve to make you look pretty silly. Which, when you think of it is probably the meaning of life.

And today, a lovely line from Luciano Pavarotti. He was asked with a preamble about how much he sings about love, "what is love?". His reply, "If I knew what it was, it wouldn't be!'"

Life and love are like that. Hence all the feeble metaphors about what folk think they might be, all the while living metaphors, ways of thinking that bear little resemblance to the announced metaphor.

As I mull, there are lot of terms like that, care, respect, friend, affection, all terms that really should never be measured or defined. Any attempts to do that ends up making you look pretty silly and further removed from simply enjoying the unique pleasures that derive from being human. This is speaking with all the authority of he who once was seal (at least in my dreams).