Fluctuous Forums and Distinctive Directness
Forum, people, past – photos and time – going back
It’s not a lie that the Multilingual Writers’ Community has seen a reduced activity level for a while now, even though most of the great members do appear now and then elsewhere.
The get-together, the standing conference, the continuous revolution that the forum represents, fit into a context of multiverses, with each of us seeing this as one of many bubbles of interest.
Needs direct interests, and value flows wherever we go, which makes us believe that the value comes from the places we are, this way justifying the changed interests – we go where value flows, as we think it.
However, value isn’t in a place. It is in us. Each of us bring value to wherever we go, to the people who are there. And we take in whatever value the others radiate.
A great party, with food and music to your taste, will, of course bring such practical values with it, but what you remember the most is more often the people and how nice it was to meet them (again), and to hear about their lives and what else they have on their minds. And, perhaps, that you had a chance to look just a bit significant as well, in that you could tell about your life and thoughts, and some people would listen and smile and nod, recognizingly.
Life is full of forums – or fora – and forums are full of people. Until they are not.
Do you know that feeling that you want to go somewhere to see it again, after not seeing it for a long while? It can be people, of course, but also just a place. You have memories from there, and you once felt that flow of value from others, while you were there, and from yourself, as you were flowing with that distinct directness in the flow that this particular place could bring you.
You lived in that flow, during that moment. You were the place, or part of it.
So, you go back, see the place, but now empty. And still, you feel that flow, that value. Now in a synthetic version, made by your memory. You feel nostalgic, and you feel sadness for the movement of time, that has carried everybody away from the place.
The place is then either an attraction or a memorial, depending on how you feel at the moment, but you can’t argue with time – Mr. Time, as some like to call it, or him, to give thoughts a direction; to have someone to blame for that change you feel from them, with the live flow and value, to now, with the synthetic one.
You can make a photo of it. Or many. And you can go home, to wherever you feel you now belong, even though you also belong to that place. It is also kind of a home, but in time – in another time – now taken by Mr. Time.
And then, while you are still there, thinking about photos and homes, a shadow, a voice, a familiar face! Someone else also decided to go there, to remember, to feel that old, valuable, flow of energy between people, represented by the place.
And you talk to you old friend from then, from there, and you feel nothing near sadness anymore. The nostalgic mood is replaced by a sense of renewal. You suddenly live in that, and the place becomes a new spot of real life. Mr. Time has left, and there is now a timeless sanctuary for you, right now, that will remain with you as a live memory.
That sanctuary, that forum for sharing the flow of life, isn’t fluctuous at all. No matter how often, if ever, you’ll experience the place alive in the future, it will live inside of you, as a direct and dear permanent value.
Going back did not destroy you. It renewed you.