Comments on: stuff I think about walking around Gotham http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/07/stuff-i-think-about/ whacking, bereavement, God, etc. Fri, 02 Dec 2011 07:14:16 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: cdm http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/07/stuff-i-think-about/comment-page-1/#comment-225 cdm Fri, 03 Jul 2009 13:47:46 +0000 http://www.caseymorgan.org/?p=617#comment-225 True, Eliane. The unknown connection factor is especially loaded for me because I married a man who had no connections with my social network. Of course by the time we married, he did, but when we met, it was entirely out-of-the-blue, no friend-of-friend, no acquaintance-of-former-work-colleague, no adult-neighbor-of-childhood-classmate, nothing. We never found any overlap in our lives. We were the first node. And it started with an email. I was remembering this morning how 14 years ago this weekend, I was going to a 4th of July party, and I couldn't stop my face from smiling because I had this enormous and life-changing secret - Marky. We'd been corresponding almost a month, had talked on the phone, I'd seen my first photo of him, we'd written each other stories. The reality and import of the whole thing had become clear to me. All the boundaries had changed, boundaries of what life could bring, of love, of who I could be, of what goodness and happiness and real-deal-ness could be given to me. God: Will I ever walk around town feeling that way again? True, Eliane. The unknown connection factor is especially loaded for me because I married a man who had no connections with my social network. Of course by the time we married, he did, but when we met, it was entirely out-of-the-blue, no friend-of-friend, no acquaintance-of-former-work-colleague, no adult-neighbor-of-childhood-classmate, nothing. We never found any overlap in our lives. We were the first node. And it started with an email.

I was remembering this morning how 14 years ago this weekend, I was going to a 4th of July party, and I couldn’t stop my face from smiling because I had this enormous and life-changing secret – Marky. We’d been corresponding almost a month, had talked on the phone, I’d seen my first photo of him, we’d written each other stories. The reality and import of the whole thing had become clear to me. All the boundaries had changed, boundaries of what life could bring, of love, of who I could be, of what goodness and happiness and real-deal-ness could be given to me.

God: Will I ever walk around town feeling that way again?

]]> By: Eliane http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/07/stuff-i-think-about/comment-page-1/#comment-223 Eliane Fri, 03 Jul 2009 06:04:19 +0000 http://www.caseymorgan.org/?p=617#comment-223 Thank you for that, Casey, a very thought provoking post. For me it captures the fact that we all move in seemingly random ways through this world, but you never know what connections are out there waiting to be built, what new friends are there waiting to be met, how interconnected we really all are even if we don't know it. Thank you for that, Casey, a very thought provoking post. For me it captures the fact that we all move in seemingly random ways through this world, but you never know what connections are out there waiting to be built, what new friends are there waiting to be met, how interconnected we really all are even if we don’t know it.

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