Nov. 12 at 8:08am
Last night, looking for a mom's potluck dinner, I went to the wrong address. I knew it must be wrong when I saw so few cars. But movement at the window gave me the courage to ring the bell. The woman who answered saw me standing there with a bottle of wine and a doubtful look on my face.
"This isn't the Swifts, is it?"
She didn't recognize the name, but she did recognize my perplexity. She opened her door wider and said, "Come on in. We'll figure it out."
I had the street number wrong. But now I was doubting that I was even looking for the right house. Maybe the party wasn't at the Swift's at all. I said to her, "If there's no one there, can I come back and use your phone?" She said, "Sure, of course. I'm Kris."
The Swifts' house was completely dark, so a few minutes later I was in her cozy kitchen with her sweet little kids bouncing around my feet, eagerly showing me the pictures they'd drawn that day.
I called Jules, who, checking my email, could tell me that the party was not at the Swifts, but at the Webers, in the next town. I'd be late, but I could still make it.
Kris said, "Otherwise, we're going out for ice cream if you'd like to join us."
I walked out her door feeling not panicky and self-condemnatory (the way being lost usually makes me feel) but blessed and enriched and inspired by my brief encounter with that good family—overwhelmed by the kindness of strangers.
Gollum too, is a fitting example of addiction.
His 'precious' literally annihilates his personhood--splitting his personality into 2: such that he can no longer say 'me' but only 'we'.
In other words, he is not free to exercise an "I-Thou" relationship of persons, but pitifully, "we-it"
I argue that addiction does precisely this: objectifies the personal dimension of reality, such that everything to the addict can only be viewed in relation to the object, "it". Persons themselves are merely means to the end of possessing "it". It is nothing short of slavery to the "precious"
May. 20 at 4:10pm | See in context