Just realized I’m driving home through part of Arizona that’s considered an unofficial dark sky reserve and decided to pull onto an off-road.
It’s no wonder our ancestors believed gods lived in the sky. There are so many stars I can’t find the constellations. I’m not used to seeing them like this. Saying it looks like diamonds is damning it with faint praise. I CAN SEE THE EDGE OF THE MILKY WAY.
It really does look like a bowl or a dome over the earth when you see it like this. The stars look closer. I think this is what “sublime” was actually coined to mean.
It’s probably a good thing I’m out here at a time of year it’s too cold to stay long. I’d be bent back over my hood staring straight up for way, WAY too long and then not get home until midnight, assuming I could get back into an upright position.
But oh! If you ever have a chance to see it…stop and do. Take a few minutes. You’ve never seen anything so lovely.
fireflies lighting up a rural Pennsylvania field at dusk
believe the Doctor’s words
“Fairy tale does not deny the existence of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance. It denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat…giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy; Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien.
A cosmic tribute to my current favourite comment in YouTube history
And this is why you can't write a grimdark LOTR that has ANY resemblance to the original - if you don't tell a story that's about kindness and light and love, no number of epic battles can save you
I'm reading the lord of the rings and I'm once again amazed at how... good most characters are. Like, they are genuinely good people. They are a bunch of kindhearted, gracious, caring people, coming together under adverse circumstances and trying to figure things out and find a solution and support each other through it all. Like Frodo and Sam meet Faramir and Faramir is a bit suspicious at first and kind of implies Frodo may be a spy, and then when he hears his story and he's like Frodo, I pressed you so hard at first. Forgive me! It was unwise in such an hour and place. And this blows.my.mind. He wasn't even particularly mean or threatening to him in the beginning, he's just such a kind, considerate man, recognizing the kindness and honesty of another man. And they're all like that. Even Gollum starts slowly changing (for a short while) when he encounters Frodo because that's the thing about kindness and humility and grace, they are contagious. They transform people, even a creature like Gollum cannot be immune to that. Like, you may consider all this simple and basic and I get it but, hear me out. It is quite rare to see that in modern media and it is also pretty difficult to pull off in a way that is not corny and simplistic. It is mind blowing that you actually don't have to present the entire palette of human cruelty and vice in order to tell a compelling story, contrary to popular belief. Lotr does the exact opposite, and it is just beautiful and it warms my heart. Especially taking into consideration tolkien's pretty grim growing-up experience, him being a double orphan without a home, raised between an orphanage and a priest and having no family apart from his brother and then the war and then he almost dies and then he's poor as hell and then a second war and it all makes sense somehow. He writes to his wife who is also an orphan two days before the marriage "the next few years will bring us joy and content and love and sweetness such as could not be if we hadn't first been two homeless children and had found one another after long waiting" and, yes, yes! The love and sweetness just radiate from his work, the entire lotr series is a little radiant bubble of hope and love and grace that he imagined in his head to deal with a dismal reality and then he just gave that to the world, and isn't that what imagination and art is all about after all?
i think ultimately you do really have to kill that part of your brain that vividly imagines how you would redo parts of your life.
how did women in 1817 read wentworth’s letter to anne and not immediately start running through the streets screaming
I'm just gonna keep this for someday...
this is so mean but sometimes i see published writing and suddenly no longer feel insecure about my own writing ability. like well okay that got published so im guessing i dont have much to worry about
You made the miracle breadbasket - you put in whatever love you had to give, and it's going to be enough to reach every reader who needs it!!
say something encouraging to other fic writers!