The Ve is the definite form of me, Ve Magni. it’s a nickname (“which Ve?” “the Ve.”), and the character of me. this blog is a reflection of the things going through my noodle, a neon-lit, non sequitur labyrinth.
i recently moved back to Los Angeles from Berlin where i poked Germans with a funny stick to make them laugh. i also draw some crazy ass calligraphy, write haiku, take photographs, and occasionally still make time to be fabulous.
current interests, in no particular order, include but are never limited to… science (astronomy, cosmology, logic and physics primarily), comedy, astrology, metaphysics, lolcats, dance competition shows, classic and comedic sci-fi, and one day being eligible for health insurance in my own country.
Hi Ve! I’ve just read your Remembered Worlds article on EFHTT and I just have to say that it stopped me in my tracks. Yeah, I know it’s just a theory, but it’s amazing how you hit the nail on the head with the way I’ve been feeling lately. Especially the following lines: “However sometimes, especially as we grow into our adult maturity, we start to feel a nagging sensation that maybe we come from a place much warmer, brighter, and more loving, and that feeling can consume us if we don’t feel connected to or motivated by our lives on Earth, with all of its hardship and suffering.”
I’ve been feeling this way for the past three years and so far your words are the closest I’ve come to hearing that it properly described. It’s an unconsious yearning for something beautiful and unknown, interspersed now and again with flashes of being on the cusp of discovering the secret to happiness with the knowledge disappearing just before it’s entirely revealed. Frustrating is not the word! The only other thing that comes close are the words of Pink Floyd:
“When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.”
Hmm… Perhaps it is simply nostalgia for my childhood. For innocence, simplicity and freedom. For true happiness before becoming aware of the cruelty and injustice of the world. For a fervent belief in magic and dreams. For the books I used to read about enchanted forests, wishing chairs and flying. For hours spent contentedly lying on the grass in the sun, watching the clouds roll by. For each day that was new and exciting and for the thought that life could and would only get better.
But, perhaps, just perhaps, it’s a fragment of memory from another time and an entirely different place. Why not? Anything’s possible. Something to think about indeed…
Thanks Ve, for your fantastic articles, and have a great 2010!
Regards,
Michelle