{"id":447,"date":"2008-11-06T23:04:53","date_gmt":"2008-11-07T04:04:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=447"},"modified":"2008-11-06T23:04:53","modified_gmt":"2008-11-07T04:04:53","slug":"the-wonder-of-it-all","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=447","title":{"rendered":"The wonder of it all"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was going to post a blog that would comment on the election, or perhaps suggest a subtely skewed take on that airplane conversation I had with the young mystery actress.  Or else I was going to compose a poem that may or may not be interpretable as a comment on my personal relationship &#8211; raising the veil or lowering it, depending upon how you choose to interpret my iambic pentameter.<\/p>\n<p>But no.<\/p>\n<p>Because on the way here, walking back to my computer, I had a revelation.  One of those lovely and transcendent revelations that you who happen to be between revelations may find irrelevant and possibly insufferable.<\/p>\n<p>I realize how astonishing it is simply to be here.  To breath this air, to think these thoughts with these amazing brains of ours, to feel the joy and pain of physicality flowing through our veins.  The accident of a conversation, the poetry of a glance.  We truly are such stuff as dreams are made of, as Mr. Shakespeare was kind enough to point out.<\/p>\n<p>I suppose that if we were ever to truly let ourselves realize the full power, the wondrous ecstatic joy of being here &#8211; a human being on this planet &#8211; we would go mad with the intensity of it all.<\/p>\n<p>And so I allow myself, for just this moment, to tear away the curtain.  I let myself admit the sheer delight that fills my heart, the honor I feel to be able to converse, to share converation with you.  And you.  And you.<\/p>\n<p>I know that it is not cool to admit vulnerability such as this.  But I cannot help it.  Life is joy, and joy is life, and I am just so incredibly happy to be here with you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was going to post a blog that would comment on the election, or perhaps suggest a subtely skewed take on that airplane conversation I had with the young mystery actress. Or else I was going to compose a poem that may or may not be interpretable as a comment on my personal relationship &#8211; &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/?p=447\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;The wonder of it all&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/447"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=447"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/447\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=447"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=447"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.kenperlin.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=447"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}