Feet of Clay
Unformed thoughts are the clay surrounding the part-time writer's feet. There is one thought that's gradually making its way out of the earth, coagulating into something vaguely worthwhile, and it's this: the envelope. I think we daters and searchers for the one have an envelope problem.
Aviation types talk about the envelope quite a bit. The envelope is the closed line drawn on a piece of paper that defines the capabilities of an aeroplane - airplane for you North American types. Stay within the line, and you remain within the parameters of what the plane can do. It includes everything from the stresses of speed and g-force to the range on a given amount of fuel. The envelope corrals the machine. Importantly, every machine has its own defining characteristics creating a distinctive-looking envelope.
So the unformed thought is that every individual has a life envelope too. Some parts of life we all know - eating, drinking, breathing - but there are tons of specific experiences that define who we are. Lots of these, along with their combination, go a long way to telling others just who we are. And maybe, just maybe, we should look for someone with a similar envelope.
Perhaps finding someone with a similar envelope is a better way to find someone compatible. That's all.
Bottoms Up, Adventurers.
5 comments:
I think you are 'getting it' Wombat. Taken in this instance as a historical book of wise writings, the Bible says, 'Do not be unequally yoked'. Same exact concept, except they didn't have airplanes.
The beautiful part about maturity is that each individual finds these relevant truths on their own. Unfortunately, most always learned at a cost steep enough that it teaches one to never return to that experience.
To every rule there is an exception. For example sometimes there are cross species co-habitations that totally works... ie. Wombats and Cats under the same roof.
About "the envelope"; as an aviator myself, it's important to understand that when you push the airplane beyond the boundaries of the envelope, then the airplane is no longer in controlled flight. It's falling, ballistically. If the airplane falls back into the envelope, then you have a chance to regain some control. Otherwise, you're going to have an imbalance between your number of takeoffs and your number of landings. It's critical that this number match.
I guess then my problem is a bit too much of a tendency to push the envelope.... :-)
Wombats and cats work a TREAT, Mr Nights. Now Wombats and Raccoons, that's a different set of scat.
And I need to contemplate the unequal yoking thing. I like the agricultural sophistication of those ancient dudes.
Quite so, Mr/Ms Reader. If you're outside the flight envelope - in any sphere - you become a test pilot. Better be well trained. Or fearless.
Ah-hah. So you like being a test pilot Miss Licious -> *wry grin*
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