Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Being Born in the 20th Century...

Hey, I was thinking, you know what's absolutely wonderful? What is completely wonderful is having been born in the 20th Century. Yes, I know it has been viewed as the Atomic Age, the rise of the Industrial Age, and was pock marked by all sorts of fears regarding death, destruction, and the like...But oh, what hopes people had for it. The 19th Century viewed the 20th Century as the time when humanity would live in space, there would be flying cars, we would finally make contact with extraterrestrial life, and achieve global peace. I think those were some good hopes. I hope to one day be able to have tea with a Valentine Smith or a gigantic symbiotic being life form from Enceladus. That would be absolutely wonderful, too...


Aside from all of these other thoughts upon the 20th Century, what I find absolutely amazing, awe-inspiring, and personally gratifying about the fact that I was born in that century is that I, and I'm sure some of you as well, were conceived in the same time period as Peter Pan, Dorothy Gale, Bilbo and Frodo Baggins, all of the children who walked through the wardrobe, The Muppets!, Discworld!,as well as a host of others. Did you ever think about that? We were born in the age of high fantasy and absolute wonder! I find this extremely gratifying and I'm delighted to say that the age I come from is one of fantastic dreams.
Now, it could be said that every era has its host of dreamers, but think of all of the inspiring characters who were born during the 20th Century. I mean, seriously, the idea of Never Never Land was born during our own time period. Is there anything more wonderful than that? I will bet you Wendy Darling's mother's one true kiss (that you know she would never give away!) that you can't think of something better than a world where children can fly, adults are pirates because they have forgotten how to dream, and fairies are born from a baby's laughter, and all you have to do to save one from the shadows of death is clap your hands. A lot of us were born in the same time that world was conceived, and that's a pretty amazing thing.

Little Nemo awoke into Slumberland during the 20th Century, and Steamboat Willie sailed into our psyches. A young boy from Krypton came to Earth to exemplify the best qualities of ourselves, and a misfit reindeer with a huge, red nose saved Christmas, while also bringing to the majority's attention that to be different was probably the best thing to be. If you were an elf who wanted to be a dentist, this could happen. It takes all kinds. H.G. Wells' Time Machine transformed into a big, blue TARDIS, where a Doctor with two hearts traveled throughout time and the cosmos and invited us to come along for the ride. There was a muppet for every kind of personality available, and you could all come and live on the same street in New York City if you wanted to just follow that bird there. One world in which we lived was hilarious and was supported by four elephants on the back of a gigantic turtle, the Great A'tuin. A child riding on the back of a Luck Dragon saved Fantasia from the Nothing, the thing that threatened our ability to dream and wonder. Princes lived on asteroids forested by baobab trees and one common, yet special flower, of just which one existed in the entire world. And every hat on Earth was actually a boa constrictor eating an elephant. When we thought of the letter R, we couldn't help but think of the word "Rocket". 

The high fantasy atmosphere of the 20th Century built an entire universe, where every star had a system of dreams orbiting around it. Our innocent minds celebrated difference. Whether you were short or tall, thin or fat, you were part of the team and experienced adventure. Compassion, understanding, and creativity were the prime concerns of our age of Fantasy. This is what I think of when I reminisce upon the era in which I was born. It is my dearest hope that when someone asks you about our time, you overlook the wars and politics and death, and tell them that there was an entire multitude of us that dreamed of a world and worlds where those atrocities would never be able to survive. Absolutely everyone, regardless of age, size, shape, language, or geographical placement were part of our shared adventures. It was beautiful, and still can be. 

I'm literally overwhelmed right now in the beauty of the 20th Century. So many magnificent worlds were created that I'm often surprised that we even have time to spend on what happened during the "real" world...whatever that is. As Baron Munchhausen said, "Your reality, Sir, is lies and balderdash. And I'm delighted to say that I have no grasp of it whatsoever!" If I was left to rewrite history, if I was given the opportunity to speak about the time in which this wild flower imagination of mine blossomed, I would probably end up telling a story of a time of possible impossibilities, where we traveled beyond the Goblin City into a world populated by dragons, where frogs played banjos in the bayou and were free to love the pigs they chose. Mysteries were to be found behind every creaking door and every child was equipped with a sword just in case a pirate was to be found. Trees would speak and all you needed was the right bed knob to turn your twin mattress into a flying machine. The world was neither round nor flat back then. The distance one could travel was limitless and every star was a destination to which anyone with an honest heart and a youthful mind could travel. The music of the spheres could never be distorted by radio waves that carried war, pain, and death. We all lost our marbles back then, and never concerned ourselves with trying to get them back. But, most important of all, everyone was invited to embark upon our adventure, and every villain had a chance to become a hero.
That is the story I would tell if it was up to me to give a history of my time, our time. Whether it is the truth or not is inconsequential. What matters is the message and the impression

Until next time,
Fondest Regards, Your Darling,

Statement of Purpose

A Statement of Purpose for A Collection of Wonderful Things: Giving something a statement of purpose makes it seem so serious, doesn't it? Alas, I feel that I need to explain the motivation behind creating this blog so that you, my wonderful darling audience, will be better able to understand  why I've decided to fashion it into existence. It has dawned upon me that we live in a very cynical age, cynical to the point where  most of the things we find humorous are just ironic or plain mean, people are used to voicing complaints or distress rather than joys and delights, and curiosity, meaningful observation, and wonder are not being put upon the high pedestal that they rightly deserve. Now, I know that we live in distressing times, but I just can't bring myself to see my life in retrospect as coming from a time that didn't have any good in it. I would like to focus upon the goods things that are happening all around us every second of every day, and not leave them hidden within the shadows of the negative or the bad. I want to observe the small, yet important, magnificent things in life and give them the attention they rightly deserve. I want to see life in the natural sun and starlight, rather than in the muck of modernity. So that is what this blog is about--Absolutely wonderful things that the majority may or may not notice on a daily basis, and my thoughts upon why those wonderful things are valuable to us and the way we live every day. What I hope to accomplish by dedicating one small corner of the internet world to this is that, for those who read it, these observations make your day just a little bit better, a little more brighter, and possibly give you an honest, innocent laugh or three. I want to assist you in smiling purely because something is good. I hope that this blog accomplishes that. Let's see. Until then,
Fondest regards, Your darling,