Cat Noe’s Reviews > When You're Falling, Dive: Lessons in the Art of Living > Status Update

There's the agony of joy, startled to find someone else perched on a ladder in the next garden- and there's a quiet stillness, weeping openly in a field in mid afternoon because of the sudden overwhelming sense of peace dealt in a handful of words, a tone, nearly nothing at all, by the world's measure.

Small things can mean so much. So what goes where? Is the master morality merely the ability to choose your pain?

Normally love it when authors leave breadcrumbs, but this hope with a broken harp, and Dugdale... No. Chesterton, Rodin, J RR Martin, Aristophanes, Brothers Karamazov (Sigmund's), all good leads. If you are what you love, and Nietzsche goes on about Socrates who lived for Athens, let's pour over Homer and sail with Paracles.

But this is reading a hard dead end.

Mistaking Freud wins no points. Pleasure as a relief of pain was mentioned first by Socrates. (You always hurt the one you love? Anyhow.) This too has a polar division, higher and lower, as with morality, humor, etc. Different mural pathways, different facial muscles, different energy levels. Nietzsche had it. Creativity, passion, engagement instead of blind worship- Freud read the Greek plays too.

I'm generally more at home with cohesion, but this seems to be taking an acupuncture approach. The samurai heaven and hell- very yes. The four question "work", I still call the "rational or not?" game. I've been playing it for years, in a simpler version. Thoughts don't lie, so much as they struggle to process whatever information they have. Most of it is discarded out of hand. Thus works the garden path mindset.

The entmoot continues next book over. Meanwhile, I'm reminded that plasticity of perception is sort of the point of random picks. If chapters the length of paragraphs in James throw me, well, Gulliver's vertigo serves to break the complacency of being on one track for way too many weeks in a row.

Turns out, this book is good. So far, really good. Like, skipping stones on a lake on a lazy spring afternoon good.

Here's a game. Library roulette, five minutes, no plan, whatever three books you find, you read.
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Not getting on at all, so far, but the why can wait for the review. The writing itself is pretty ok, and the anecdotes interesting, though aimed at WAY too short an attention span.