What's in a thought?

One of the strangest things about writing a blog is not the openness, but rather the privacy. Since starting, I have found that it is difficult to sit down each night to begin a post. However, once I just pick a thought and begin to develop it, I feel like I could run with it forever. It's incredibly easy to write after the first few sentences. I have realized a flaw, though. Each time I write a sentence for this blog, it seems like I write two to four sentences in a private spiral for no one else to read. That's kind of against the point... but it feels good. I like it. In order to more fully develop my thoughts, I have started just writing my posts beforehand in my spiral, where I can take a bunch of random tangents and fill in the margins and empty spaces with non-contiguous doodles, quotes, or whatever. It's also a very satisfying feeling to physically write. I feel very good about myself, and I'm quite impressed with how much I can write (The new pen I have that I only use to write in my spirals is almost completely out of ink). It's unfortunate that I still guard some secret thoughts so closely, as expressing even menial and meandering thoughts such as the ones in this post fills me with a sense of accomplishment - and relief, to some degree. I can't imagine how much better I would feel if I got rid of all of them. The floodgates opened, the world is drenched in a terrible flood that kills many. But when the water level recedes, and the people rebuild, the land is fertile and new. With all that said, (and the post I had originally intended to write still to come, haha) I want to share what made my day today. In Biology, as I reached for my "Happy Things" spiral to jot down some quick additions to the list, I accidentally hit Heather's leg. And then again, when I was opening my bag. I quickly apologized, but she jokingly kicked me and pretended to make a big deal about it. It was funny. And then at dinner, some black guy came to the soda-fountain next to me and started filling up his cup with Blue Powerade... except it was clear. He just sorta gave me a glance, and I said "y'know... that doesn't exactly look too blue to me..." and we both started laughing. I talked to a stranger, and laughed. Ha. It was cool. Those are both on my "Happy Things" list, which I plan to post later, but they needed more explaining now. They probably seem pretty stupid, but they made me laugh.

Now - to post what I originally wanted to. Greek Mythology fascinates me. There's no way this will be my only post regarding it, and because I've already written so much tonight I don't think I'm going to fully develop my thoughts. Although I can't imagine much to say... haha. Oh well, if I think of more, I guess I'll re-post. Anyways, I've been reading a book on Mythology, and how the Greeks interpreted the beginning of everything. Basically, before men and gods, there were Titans and monsters and all kinds of shit. And before them was Chaos, which was a vast and immeasurable abyss that was infinitely dark and wild. But somehow, Chaos had two children, Night and Erebus. Erebus is the unfathomable depth were death dwells, and night is, well, night. The entire universe was nothing, everything was black, empty, silent, and endless. But then the most remarkable and unexpected thing happened.

"...Black-winged Night
Into the bosom of Erebus dark and deep
Laid a wind-born egg, and as the seasons rolled
Forth sprang Love, the longed-for, shining, with
wings of gold."

In simpler English, "From darkness and from death Love was born, and with its birth, order and beauty began to banish blind confusion. Love created Light with its companion, radiant Day."

I just can't get over how amazing the Ancient Greeks were. Think about it. Love was created before Light. That would explain why Love is blind. And Love was created from Erebus (death) and Night (blackness and confusion), who both came from Chaos. That explains so much. I just find it remarkable how the Ancient Greeks could have a feeling and evolve a story around it; especially one that explains in such great detail, and with such minute perfection, that whoever hears it suddenly feels enlightened. The only addition I can think to add to that is a quote from Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk:

"Experts in Ancient Greek culture say that people back then didn't see their thoughts as belonging to them. When Ancient Greeks had a thought, it occurred to them as a god or goddess giving an order. Apollo was telling them to be brave. Athena was telling them to fall in love. Now people hear a commercial for sour cream potato chips and rush out to buy, but now they call this free will. At least the Ancient Greeks were being honest."