Today was the first day I had seen it snow. Well, the first day I spent in snow that I had to act like everything was a-ok in ground control. The fact of the matter was that it wasn't, snow is still sooo cool. So I was walking around with a grin on my face and several "snow-a-lites" were like "blah blah blah, what's the big deal, blah blah blah, snow is sooo boring and ever soooo cold, blah blah blah, get over it." The whole time I was thinking: "Hey grandpa, when I ask for your opinion give it to me. Let me enjoy the snow. That ok by you? Hey fucker! I'm thinking to you, who else could I be fucking thinking to?! Hone your fucking telepathy and then come think to me ok? Whats that?! You're shutting up now. Thanks (smiley emoticon)"
After wide grins and long faces, I soon came to the realization that it was actually pretty cold. That realization was sparked by the fact that I couldn't feel my face when I poked it. Nothing a warm hat and glove(s) can't handle right? Right! So then I got my juices flowing and remembered that back in Laredo, whenever someone that came from someplace that actually had four seasons they'd talk about the beauty of fall, and how satifying the crunch of the leaves is under your foot. Quite frankly, they are full of shit now that I think about it. They fail to mention that your foot will be bloody and bandaged from the twigs digging into your sole and that fall is just a nice way of saying that all the beautiful trees around you are dying. Based on today, I say winter is the best of the seasons. The crunch of the leaves is nothing compared to the crunch of ice, (plus your foot is numb so you can't feel anything!). Plus by now you're used to the dead trees, and if anything, anything that is still alive is kept alive in a catatonic state by the ice (so far!).
That got me thinking some more. If Satan is associated with burning heat (and summer?) then what is winter associated with? I was thiking that if summer=Satan, then winter, being the polar opposite of summer, is equal to God. I can see how winter is Godlike, on account of the whole overwhelming white (which is symbolically tantamount to purity in some cases) and the stasis of life in clear ice. Yet, winter is also barren, extremely cold (and unloving), and the overwhelming white underscores a lack of any colour and passion throughout the season. What implications does this have for God?
Well, of course the major flaws are that Satan does not indeed equal summer, as well as winter equal God. Whatev. Here are some pictures of the cold floor! |
