In the realm of the Faery, life is rarely what it seems. The irrational and the absurd are philosophical concepts that in ancient times were relegated to the wee folk. Elves, mermaids, warlocks and leprechauns can be like the sophisticated comic. As long as the barbs are pointed away from you, they are hilarious. Beauty is another elemental crutch. In the Celestine Prophecy it describes “energy” as joyful. Charm, like magic can be controlling. To be oh so careful when beauty and charm gang up and try to confuse.
Many of the world’s greatest writers delved into the world of misty boundaries. C.S. Lewis, Philip Pullman, Faust, Shakespeare, Tolstoy, and Tolkien knew the written word was the key to stirring up “the grey cells” as Agatha Christie mentioned.
“Idea” comes from the Greek to “see”, a pattern. Most of us like puzzles, thankfully. They engage the brain in stimulation than can disperse emotional chaos.
If you are related to many people does it make you feel less isolated? Relatives can be the main competition as they observe you, as you do them; to take energy rather than offer it. We become familiar with the need to hang on to the push/pull of familiarity. The Gods have always pushed change and chaos. Stagnation, like indecision is painful. Timing can often be the necessary button, to push and grow.
Youth today is seeing objects as commercial, bourgeois, and not critical to the power of remembering. I would answer that memories are often stimulated by an old shoe, a painting or your grandparents treasure box. With age the memory has its own agenda. Like high heels, there is fashion in thinking.
Psychology has helped us perceive our ego and emotions. It has also made the cacophony of sound of the multitude, blow away our ability to hear.
Charles Perrault in the late 17th century wrote down a story that had been around for eons. It is necessary to invite the 13th fairy to the ceremony. Thirteen is the number of the Moon/irrational. Sometimes our fury can be a tonic to truly see the inevitability of the explosion that happens when we disregard our darkest emotions. To wake up the Sleeping Beauty, is our choice and purpose. Sadly Fate always has a say.