It makes sense to me. Although I'm not entirely sure that I can easily find the words to explain why.
We've discussed this precise issue, in other contexts, a number of times. What it boils down to is that long experience in a given area permits one to grasp the essence of things in ways that transcend silly little artificial rules. You know the ones I mean: "A REAL Dom always does X." "No true witch would EVER do Y." "_______ is ALWAYS Z."
I've always found rules like that both amusing and alarming. Mostly because they make so little allowance for myriad ways that people vary. (Well, that, and the way they illuminate the smallness of some people's minds. Schadenfreude is always such a guilty pleasure.) It's why I've always striven to teach the Craft as an art, where there are principles one must adhere to, but very few hard-and-fast rules.
Something else comes to mind in reading your post: the odd little matter of love. I've always been fond of the late Robert Heinlein's definition: "love is that emotional state where some other person's happiness is essential to your own." It strikes me that your relationship with Robin as you describe it typifies Heinlein's definition.
I've something else to mention to you, but that's best discussed in a private message.
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Date: 2012-08-11 11:03 am (UTC)We've discussed this precise issue, in other contexts, a number of times. What it boils down to is that long experience in a given area permits one to grasp the essence of things in ways that transcend silly little artificial rules. You know the ones I mean: "A REAL Dom always does X." "No true witch would EVER do Y." "_______ is ALWAYS Z."
I've always found rules like that both amusing and alarming. Mostly because they make so little allowance for myriad ways that people vary. (Well, that, and the way they illuminate the smallness of some people's minds. Schadenfreude is always such a guilty pleasure.) It's why I've always striven to teach the Craft as an art, where there are principles one must adhere to, but very few hard-and-fast rules.
Something else comes to mind in reading your post: the odd little matter of love. I've always been fond of the late Robert Heinlein's definition: "love is that emotional state where some other person's happiness is essential to your own." It strikes me that your relationship with Robin as you describe it typifies Heinlein's definition.
I've something else to mention to you, but that's best discussed in a private message.