Perhaps I'm thinking too much.

((((Mark))))

I'll answer the questions with my beliefs. Hope you don't mind.

What do you call the place where you touch the ground?

Can it ever be the same as someone else's?

Subjective experiences are individual and unique' date=' aren't they? Maybe that's okay, though, too.

What do you call the means by which you move across the ground?

Can it match the way another moves?

I think there can be times when our movements may match others' movements...moments when we're in sync. More likely we're moving, differently, yet side by side.

What do you call the destination that you wish to reach?

Can you tell whether it's the same one someone else is aiming for?

Maybe the key is to respect the destination others' aim for while also reaching for our own.

What do you call the process of picking a direction to move?

Can our directions ever really coincide?

Maybe they coincide the most when we allow others to walk on their own path. Shared differences and diversity. A freedom to just be. We share that.

Do you aim straight for your destination?

I want to' date=' but my fears may get in the way sometimes.

Do you compensate for forces you perceive to be pushing you off course?

Eventually, yes, but the process can be painful. It's a part of the walk and I accept that.

Do you wander' date=' believing that all destinations are basically the same?[/quote']

No. Don't think I'd want them to be, either. I like the idea of us walking together, side by side, even when our directions aren't the same. Maybe that isn't possible in a physical sense, but I do think it's possible in a spiritual sense. I believe in that.

Can it really be said that we might find someone who's "going our way"?

Fellow journeyman traveling the path together...in our hearts. There are places to connect along the path.

Given that our vehicles are all on loan' date=' permanence is at best an illusion.[/quote']

I think it depends on how you choose to look at things, Mark. Or, as my former therapist would say, it's what you give power to.

I believe the connections and love are universal and transcend the word "permanent." Every person I've cared about and loved is a part of me, a part of my being the person that I am. Every time I love, my lights get brighter and I blossom a little more. I become more in touch with myself. I become more in touch with the beauty around me.

So what happens then when I die? Beauty, love, and light remain. They transcend the physical and the mortal.

Permanence is a word with letters. It can't touch spirit or energy or love or universal connection... Some things are greater than simple words. Some thing are undefinable. Some things go beyond.

This gives me hope and faith and keeps me strong. I believe in love and human connection. It's who I am.

Hope you're okay, Mark.

realising just how annoying it is to answer a question with another question - im still gonna do it, sorry

whats wrong?

love you big bro:o

okay dont bother answering my question - sheeze im a dumbass.

follow your heart big bro

Well, Sue, I'm not sure "what's wrong" ... if anything.

At the time, I was frustrated by work and by my life situation, but stating things directly would only have drawn reassurances about the surface things that I would have been able to write, not the stuff that mattered to me.

The underlying stuff that's bothering me is closer to what I asked about: motives and motivation (which is always a problem for me), the means of accomplishing what I set out to do, the existential questions of how do we know we've reached another person and for how long ...

And honestly, Beth, I thought of them as "unanswerable", until 'finding' pointed out to me that every single person has some answer to them. I was thinking of "incapable of universal answers" ... and therein lies each person's uniqueness.

Erm, yeah well your questions kinda gave me a different feeling to what you were on about. Im glad I told ya not to bother answering my question

if Im feeling a little more wiv it I might explain myself - but i doubt it - and in all reality would not make any sense - cept to me

still sticking wiv follow yer heart big bro

Mark, I know we approach life and thinking differently, but this is interesting.

For me, in business and in life, (let's just go back a few years with my life) what I found and find wonderful, what makes me excited, is that everyone has a different take on the same question or shared moment. That uniqueness is what makes me interested in a project and is one of the reasons, in my personal life, I would look at someone who had a different response, different than mine, and my eyes would smile. It is what makes living fun and motivates me.

Well, Mark, now that I've found my voice and know that it's okay to use it...it's kind of challenging to keep down. I enjoy trying to put a positive spin on everything. I hope you find the answers that fit best for you.

K, any time a person's eyes are smiling and they are enjoying life, it's a beautiful thing.

Beth, by no means was I saying that you were wrong to give me your answers. In fact, it opened my eyes to my assumption: I thought that because _I_ didn't have answers yet, no one did. Maybe no one else's answers will work for me, but I missed the fact that they still have theirs. That's valuable for me to keep in mind, both for relating to others, and for realizing that perhaps other parts of me have an answer, as well.

Ken, honestly, diversity is one of my favorite experiences, too. It's just that, blended as I was with the part that had unanswerable questions, I thought everyone had them. I momentarily could not imagine that diversity was possible in this matter. Which is kinda what "blended" means ...

It's just that, blended as I was with the part that had unanswerable questions, I thought everyone had them. I momentarily could not imagine that diversity was possible in this matter. Which is kinda what "blended" means ...

This is a good lesson to remember. Thank you for sharing it.

I like gifting images. This went along with your blog title and I thought it was pretty cool.

Oh bummer. Photo failure. It was this cool cloud picture shaped like a question mark. A question mark for Mark.

Let's try this one.

i dont have any good answers, save for one:

I know who stole your toupee!

=j

Well, it was either him or Sir Elton.

Though to be honest, his head (the dog's, Elton's head is larger and a bit square) is about the size of my fist, so now I'm wondering whether you think I'm microcephalic or he had to trim it down to size ...

:-) It's good to see you, Jai. Or cuj.