This is a touching image. Little flakes of snow flying into a blazing furnace. Little melting snow droplets are no matches for the fire. They immediately sizzle into steam and evaporate. I don't know how to interpret this idiom composed of such vivid characters. Who is the main character, the coal or the snow? Is the snow naïve or willful? Water doesn't actually mix with fire. Perhaps it's a story about transcendence. Perhaps it's a story about a blessing in disguise.
Often, things seem hopeless, and human endurance approaches a personal limit. You'll be all right, this saying reassures you. After the requisite suffering, there's bound to be something sweet waiting for you.
If it doesn't happen... well, who says you have to be happy all the time?
所有 possess Sometimes, in the game of life, you are left without two sticks to rub together. It may not be a bad thing if it's temporary, if you can afford to wait cheerfully. It can most certainly be liberating.
What does it mean to "possess" anyway? Have (有) a place (所)?
A brush can only be a proper brush when it's placed in the hands of a skilled calligrapher. A blade owned by a good swordsman, an axe by an experienced lumberjack, a Stradivarius by a true artist. Yes, they can own it.
Possession is also an abstract idea, like numbers written on a check. A check is a corporeal object, yet when a contract is not kept, something (有) simply turns into nothing (無). Even if you "own" billions, if you have no true power to move people, you are merely a fund manager slavishly working to guard all that wealth. Until you do not feel the need to tie down something you feel entitled to, it will remain wishful thinking, not true possession. Then again, it is certainly possible to be on top of the world, feel as if you own it, even as you appear utterly destitute. Funny how that works.
Being entertained by fantasy girls is a grand Eastern tradition. People have sought out this form of Utopia in the form of 요정 or 芸者屋 where peachy girls cater to your every whim, while you sponge up several bottles of aqua vitae. These establishments have generally been hidden from public scrutiny, multiplying the intrigue. Now a swing toward an eye-catching trend makes this mysterious world a hair more visible: Emphasis on big hair. BIG HAIR. Will we see more creative twists on this traditional pastime?
Knowing that celebrity can become a prison, you may still think it is a cool idea.
Maybe.
The best kind of fame must be one where you can be anonymous when you want to be, yet you are openly admired when you choose to be. Happiness(?) option 1: Fame, money, power vs. Happiness option 2: Privacy, freedom, hope Striving to be Plato's man of moderation is a delicate balance. Celebrity is alluring, isn't it. Well. By all means, go for option #1. Expect fish toast. "Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess." -Oscar Wilde
Are we doomed(?) to be irrevocably and meaningfully linked, connected, joined with the entire globe? *** Harold and Maude becomes 哈羅德和莫德 in Chinese. As luck would have it, (perhaps a joyful scheme?) both characters are given the character 德 ("dé " in Mandarin) meaning virtue, godliness, moral code. 哈羅德 (Harold) 和 (and) 莫德 (Maude)
Maude: Vice, virtue. It's best not to be too moral. You cheat yourself out of too much life. Aim above morality. If you apply that to life, then you're bound to live life fully.
Harold: I haven't lived. I've died a few times.
Maude: You know, at one time, I used to break into pet shops to liberate the canaries. But I decided that was an idea way before its time. Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing. Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage.
Maude: Dreyfus once wrote from Devil's Island that he would see the most glorious birds. Many years later in Brittany he realized they had only been seagulls. For me they will always be glorious birds. *** taken with iPhone by Sharon Hahn Darlin, Mountain View Cemetery, Oakland, California
