AspectRain

I feel like I should start this off with a post of intentions. This way, in a few years, I have something to look back on and laugh at.

My first admission is that I don’t really know what I’m doing. I just wanted a place to talk about the world in the way I like to hear it being talked about - journalistically, with lots of nice references and research and multiple points of view. I don’t care about what party you are, or what label you’ve given yourself. Not really. I like scientific approaches to everyday controversies, but not without humor and open-mindedness.

Water is a brilliant element. It’s insane, and therefore extremely similar to the human race as a whole. When other elements understand that to become a solid, they should gather up real closely and become dense, water says “Screw that Communistic BS” and prefers a united conglomerate of individuals with their own space, arranged in intricate and unique crystalline societies. So, ice is less dense than its liquid form. It floats.

And because it floats, we exist. The Earth as we know it exists. If ice wasn’t so particularly insane, and followed the usual protocol, then the bottoms of the ocean would become dense with ice. The surface of oceans would freeze in the cold air, sink to the bottom, and just keep stacking up, eventually turning the whole ocean into one giant frozen mass. Try having unicellular nookie in an ice cube and you’ll see why Pluto isn’t a popular Valentine’s vacation spot.

Furthermore, as many cultures have noticed, water is pretty darn moody. Taoists regard it as a great teacher of the ‘So it goes’ mentality - rather than fuss over things, rivers just keep on flowing, eventually forging a new path through or around any obstacle. Old world sailors filled literature with the ocean’s temperamental storms and sudden calms and feminine connection to the moon. Water is a purifier in many world religions, though the birth- and life- fluids in all their variety are considered both vile and spiritual depending on who you ask.

It’s everywhere, in everything, open and tolerant and nonjudgmental, just factual. Not a bad metaphorical role model. Rain, in particular, is a fact of life throughout humanity’s usual haunts. Some cultures are sad and melancholy towards it, some cherish what it means for the Earth and the harvest, and others see it as a soothing purifier. It’s the more obvious spokesperson for our dependence on H2O. It doesn’t need to be spiritual or emotional - you can express that for your own self.

Likewise, I’m not here for your enlightenment. We’re all on separate paths, our own little streams of consciousness, and we can interpret the world in whatever manner suits us. Unlike the rain, we can have opinions, we can have experiences, and we can distinguish ourselves from the other raindrops before we all splash into the puddle and sink back down into the Earth from whence we came.

Rain has many aspects: the brilliant and minute reflections of an endless cycle of infinie raindrops spread out all over our little rock in our uninterested universe.

Aspect Rain: one raindrop speaks about what it sees on its own little journey.