“Something is wrong with the left phalange.”

child reading a book

I just started on A Feast for Crows in the A Song of Ice and Fire series, by George R. R. Martin.  I can’t believe how enthralled I am by this series.  Ten years between readings was too long.  I didn’t realize it, but I’ve become a better reader over that time.  I was so focused on earning my degrees, I didn’t notice how much my mind stretched in the process.  Bonus.

I’m astonished by how much I missed before.  It’s made rereading the novels incredibly exciting.  I knew it was a gem, but I didn’t realize it was so shiny.  The details I overlooked drastically changed my predictions for what comes next.  I feel like I discovered the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, and some elf just walked by, chuckled, and said it was right behind me the whole time.

I’m at the part where the HBO series and novels depart.  I prefer the original.  I’m baffled as to why HBO chose to do it after so successfully maintaining loyalty to the book as long as they did.  I strongly suspect it was done to up the ante on visual intensity.  It’s a whole new level of irony.  Americans aren’t satisfied with ordinary horrific violence, rape, and torture scenes.  Too few of us have witnessed or survived such atrocities to prevent the American sociopathic emotional numbness to simulated horrors.

The widespread general innocence of the reality of such things is one of my favorite things about being American during my lifetime.  (Sadly, we’re creating our own atrocities to make up for it.  Human trafficking is at an all-time high thanks to the worldwide immigration crisis.)  Humans are so fascinating.  Like, in The Matrix, when they explained how people would awaken if their lives were too perfect, it stuck with me.  It struck me as extremely likely when I heard it.  We’re so like that.  Heh.

Person reading a book

I have a theory, but it’s (initially) based on religion, (so I’m not too attached to it.)  Imagine we’re all here to learn from our experiences until we become wise.  A perfect life would be a futile strategy in achieving this.  Born rich people generally support my findings.  Their lives are so deep in the bubble, they can choose to bypass a vast part of the challenges that lead to personal growth.  There’s no need for them to do anything but exist to (pseudo) succeed in this world.

Being royalty seems to temper this, but otherwise, most of them live and die unnoticed by anyone outside the bubble, (99% of everyone.)  The born rich are usually like NPC’s (non-player characters,) in the game of life.  Clearly, I don’t think being born wealthy is automatically a benefit.  If reincarnation is real, it’s perhaps a recovery life in-between some hard ones.  Heh.  (Karma is a bitch regardless, though.)

Thank goodness for the exceptions.  Like Willow Smith, (my youngest adopted-without-her-knowledge big sister.)  I pay attention to them because they seem to have uncanny wisdom, which is precisely what I’m gaining from rereading A Song of Ice and Fire.  The insight into general human behavior is believable and immense.  It blows my mind to realize how much useful information I’m receiving while having a blast obsessing over the details and being intrigued.  George R. R. Martin is a most impressive author.  I’m so grateful I can read.  I wish everyone could.  Peace.

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