Valentine’s Day

The first of my Valentines to darkies; for those that are paying attention. It’s a hint of sorts I suppose, pointing towards a certain dimension of my mentality… as Head of the Aspect, as a Dark Master, as a Lord of the Sith, etc. If you recall a poetic line in a post about hugs and kisses to a bygone era, then you know it’s not the first time I’ve pointed towards this.

“The Romantics were an eccentric group, primarily composed of artists and intellectuals, living in a society in which they felt they didn’t belong. With industrialization, the rapid destruction of nature, a growing disbelief in God, and the rejection of the abstract in favour of cold and objective science, the Romantics sought to find a world in which they could fit in better. When it could not be found, they created it; through philosophy, the arts, theology, and other avenues, the Romantics quickly set themselves up in opposition to their surrounding culture.

While Romanticism is not romantic in the modern understanding of the word, that level of romance can (and does) factor into a tiny sliver of the equation. The followers of Romanticism sought to elicit strong responses from themselves, and so anything which could make them feel more in tune with humanity or the earth was respected: horror, awe, fear, panic; all of these emotions previously labeled as negative or as a sign of weakness became reassurances of the human nature of mankind.

Any emotion, artwork, or viewpoint which could transcend the Romantics from a society that was becoming increasingly more bleak and mechanized was celebrated, regardless of whether it was regarded as ‘positive’ or ‘negative’. Because of this, the Romantics saw beauty in all things, and the previous black and white definitions of good and evil became gray. While love could be romantic, so too could horror, and both were regarded as beautiful and romantic for their ability to move people.

But above all, nature itself was the pinnacle of beauty, as it gave infallible reassurance of life and divinity to the Romantics, and gave constant reminder to them that there were still things in the world which exceeded mankind. In many ways, nature became the adopted mother to the Romanticists.”
~ Nick Kushner, The Nachtkabarett

How much this has to do with the other notes or, if you will, metaphorical flowers I’ve yet to give in other venues… you can guess at, scoff at, or ignore as you please. At least for the moment. About the other valentine(s)… I make no promises it (or they) will be dished out today; that’s my aim, not my guarantee.

Fyi: sentiments expressed in the past might well be relevant to present and future. With this and others, take it as you like.


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