I'd made myself believe that I was fine and happy and fulfilled on my own without the love of anyone else. Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter because there was all the rest of the world to visit. But then I realized I had been to China...And I thought: am I really going to spend the rest of my life without that feeling again? I thought I want to go to China. It's full of treasures and strangeness and mystery and joy...
Sunday, November 11, 2007
China
I'm in NYC, getting my travel visa for my upcoming trip to China; and while I was on the train my head filled with many thoughts of love, loss, fear and the future. I am still sorting them out, but this passage from the The Amber Spyglass by Philip Pullman seemed oddly appropriate:
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Something is going on with my Bloglines and all of a sudden I am getting old posts. I recently got this post again on my list.
I am commenting because I was reading the "The Amber Spyglass" and the night I read your post, I came across that paragraph. It was a great moment in the book. (But, then I couldn't remember who posted it.)
I am so glad you are still here with us, your readers, and I wish you the best in the New Year.
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