To love an idea is to love it a little more than one should. – Jean Rostand
When I was in college, I learned what true love meant.
No, it wasn’t because I found my true love there (my true love is still lost in space, like Major Tom in Space Oddity). I mean, when I was in college, love wasn’t anything complicated. Everything was clear. It’s you love him/her and that’s that. Somehow though, things got so convoluted and I can’t remember why I thought that. Now, I feel like loving someone is just loving an idea. People aren’t real and everything is just a glimmer of what it should be.
Don’t mind me. I’m high as a burger.
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HA. The addiction has spread. I am now perusing works of David Bowie, which would be enough to tide me until the next addiction. The man has almost 40 years of musical experience and I can never get enough of his genius. Presently torturing my co-workers with sporadic bursts of Starman and Oh You Pretty Things, even though I know they’ve never heard it before and they are very unlikely to ever listen to it given my really bad performance. However, I am not yet given to the overwhelming fandom sickness that is apparently hereditary (my mom’s utter fixation on Engelbert Humperdinck). I saw this ubercool boxed collection of Labyrinth on eBay but like hell if I’d buy it. Too expensive for me. I’d wait until I have really-really-ubercool-and-who-like-me-so-much-and-would-die-without-me-and-would-never-be-gone-for-long-periods-of-time friends so they can give it to me as a gift.
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You know what word I like? Phantasm. Cambridge defines it as something which is seen or imagined but is not real. I remember first year Philo class when I hear this. Juxtaposed to the word Idea, Phantasm just becomes richer and more attractive. A bit more enticing and promised with a lot more potential.
is “phantasm” related to “phantom?” after reading your blog, i just remembered the phantom of the opera. also accorded as the ghost of the opera. if so, does that mean you believe in ghosts? hahahaha! now, you tell me you’re as high as a burger. i think i’m going crazy with lack of sleep!
seriously though (i’ll try my best), in the said play/novel, the phantom was the one who got obsessed with the real being. i know this is kinda off-key, but i guess what i’m trying to say is, phantasms can be pseudo-realities as well. can be real or not, you set the rules.
crazy kalaro.
lol @ crazy kalaro. yes you are. la namang naccontest nun eh. haha. luvyu!
anayway, naalala mo yung unang assignment natin ke sir rey reyes sa philo 101? “what is the difference of phantasm and idea?” hehe. it’s amazing how i remember these details…
yup. and if i remember it correctly, i put there that a phantasm is a piece of reality, an idea that one distorts/twists or something to that effect. basta. para sa akin lahat part of reality – na puwedeng na-actuate na or hindi pa or hindi talaga ever.