I get it. Dudes have been doing variations on this for ages, except, now, it all seems so uncomfortably public. "Viral proposal" is, in and of itself, a disturbing (and possibly prophetic) phrase, is it not?
|A historical mess, was Braveheart -- but, this...|
I am known, among my friends and family, for being a tad strange. People know I am creative. But, the arts and creativity, to me, should make a comment on life or add a layer to it. Art is here so we can cope with the ugliness of the world or so we can underscore the beautiful. But some things are perfect as they are. Love, for instance. It took me years to admit it, but some things are more important than creativity and the arts. Some things are just better than art. Why mess with perfection?
That moment when a man tells a woman (or vice versa) that he wants to spend the rest of his life with her and that (by implication) he sees her as the finest person he has ever known...it feels to me like it should be part of the quiet quickening of a relationship...eyes locked; two people enveloped in the portable paradise their bond can be. Why light off fireworks where there are already shooting stars?
I'm not trying to tell anyone what to do or not to do. I'm just saying how it felt to me. I do know, though, that one of the strengths of our marriage is that Karen and I fit together like the bricks of a Incan wall. Could that have started with a quiet night, with no fanfare -- with just a sincere, unadorned statement that was too pure for embellishment? It might have been a small part of it -- a small part of a bigger philosophy -- at least.