The request to call me Robert Lochaven two days ago was a reference to an old, familiar story dealing largely with the concept of escape. Hijacking and reinterpreting the first passage or so seemed appropriate for an introduction to the descending moments of this journey. However, you may call me what you will. The name is, as they say, but a name.
And who are we to question conventional wisdom?
As stated, I am no longer giving chase to distant sunsets. Also a reference to the classic narrative, and even though the story symbolically pits man versus beast, I assure you this beast was a whale of a metaphor implicating the inner struggles we impose upon ourselves. I have no interest in such pursuits at this juncture. Besides, chasing distant sunsets, another metaphor, is not unlike endlessly sprinting on the hamster's wheel. The hastened pace merely ensures an expedited arrival to nowhere. That hopefully concludes the metaphor portion of this entry and quite possibly the final metaphor of the entire 365 Days of Jazz Hands saga.
To be quite literal, the sun doesn't physically move from our specific vantage point, not even incrementally, something your previous author failed to understand, describing a commute gazing upon the sun as she incrementally ascends the sky (eventually descending, hence the sunset chasing). An erroneous statement, however the obvious metaphor and subsequent point made clear enough. That's not to say that the sun is stationary as nearly everything in existence is in constant motion. Everything in existence with one exception, that is.
In reality, our sun rotates around the center of the Milky Way Galaxy (remember that star on the bear's butt, home to none other than the big duck pond in the sky?). The Milky Way, in concert with the Andromeda and Triangulum Galaxies, form a local system of three swirling celestial bodies uniformly rotating around some other central location somewhere within the vast, perplexing universe. This new axis in turn rotates around some other central location, which in turn rotates around yet another axis, which in turn rotates around yet another central location farther still, and so on and so forth until journey's end eventually arrives at the Royal Axis of this unimaginably vast universe. For continuity's sake, we'll consider this particular location to be the Royal Duck Pond residing upon the Royal Bear's Butt. Our unlimited imaginations being the only entity with enough energy and gravitational pull for this singular point of origin to swirl around.
It is said that over time (billions upon billions of years, so relatively soon), our local system of three celestial galaxies will violently (albeit incrementally) collide and merge into one brilliant super galaxy. This may cause the destruction of the three individual entities we know and love (and reside) today, happily swirling around their own familiar centers, but in turn shall create the beginnings of exciting new realities.
Three forces competing for the same space. This concept sounds vaguely familiar.
Today's Jazz Hands used the universe to express that every cycle has a point of origin, and an inevitable demise. Please don't confuse this with a metaphor, as a metaphor and using something (the universe for example) to exemplify a concept are two entirely different things.
And who are we to question conventional wisdom?
As stated, I am no longer giving chase to distant sunsets. Also a reference to the classic narrative, and even though the story symbolically pits man versus beast, I assure you this beast was a whale of a metaphor implicating the inner struggles we impose upon ourselves. I have no interest in such pursuits at this juncture. Besides, chasing distant sunsets, another metaphor, is not unlike endlessly sprinting on the hamster's wheel. The hastened pace merely ensures an expedited arrival to nowhere. That hopefully concludes the metaphor portion of this entry and quite possibly the final metaphor of the entire 365 Days of Jazz Hands saga.
To be quite literal, the sun doesn't physically move from our specific vantage point, not even incrementally, something your previous author failed to understand, describing a commute gazing upon the sun as she incrementally ascends the sky (eventually descending, hence the sunset chasing). An erroneous statement, however the obvious metaphor and subsequent point made clear enough. That's not to say that the sun is stationary as nearly everything in existence is in constant motion. Everything in existence with one exception, that is.
In reality, our sun rotates around the center of the Milky Way Galaxy (remember that star on the bear's butt, home to none other than the big duck pond in the sky?). The Milky Way, in concert with the Andromeda and Triangulum Galaxies, form a local system of three swirling celestial bodies uniformly rotating around some other central location somewhere within the vast, perplexing universe. This new axis in turn rotates around some other central location, which in turn rotates around yet another axis, which in turn rotates around yet another central location farther still, and so on and so forth until journey's end eventually arrives at the Royal Axis of this unimaginably vast universe. For continuity's sake, we'll consider this particular location to be the Royal Duck Pond residing upon the Royal Bear's Butt. Our unlimited imaginations being the only entity with enough energy and gravitational pull for this singular point of origin to swirl around.
It is said that over time (billions upon billions of years, so relatively soon), our local system of three celestial galaxies will violently (albeit incrementally) collide and merge into one brilliant super galaxy. This may cause the destruction of the three individual entities we know and love (and reside) today, happily swirling around their own familiar centers, but in turn shall create the beginnings of exciting new realities.
Three forces competing for the same space. This concept sounds vaguely familiar.
Today's Jazz Hands used the universe to express that every cycle has a point of origin, and an inevitable demise. Please don't confuse this with a metaphor, as a metaphor and using something (the universe for example) to exemplify a concept are two entirely different things.
Day three-hundred and sixty-four complete.
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