I just thought of something I wanted to share with the class that I had forgotten about until now. Last year my Fiancé studied in Europe. For one of her trips she went to Delphi and spent a few nights there. Normally she does not remember her dreams very well, she knows she had a dream, but does not know what is was about. When she was in Delphi she remembered her dreams like they were a movie. She said they are crystal clear. I find this very interesting, maybe the oracle was not a stoned teenage girl who was snuffing natural gas that came out of the rocks. There might be something special about the land there that causes people to have better dreams. I dunno it is just interesting to wonder about.
I really liked the importance of being Earnest. When I read it I felt like I ad watched some shitty sitcom on TV like Friends, the people in it were so fake, and the story was pretty cheese. Yet there was so much more to it than that. There were some pretty deep meanings to the story, like the importance of identity, and finding one’s self. Reading this and some of the other books from the class, and reading about Alice I really started thinking about the question the Caterpillar asked Alice, “Who are you?” And I don’t have a good answer to this. I don’t think any one really has a good answer, for me I might say “Jason” yet there are millions of Jasons in the world. I know two or three here in Bozeman, and there were four of us in my grade school class. So then I might say “I am a Air Force ROTC student, who is studying Premed and wants to be a doctor in the Air Force.” But again this is not a good answer, this answers the question of “What do you do?” The only answer I can come up with that might get close to answering this question is “I am me.” No it does not really answer the question very well, but it is better than the alternative answers. I think the reason stories like the Importance of being Earnest, Oedipus Rex, Great Expectations, and Mr. Pip are written is to help people come to terms with this unanswerable question. If we can read about people who are going through similar struggles of trying to find their identity then it helps us come to term with the question. Me, I’m happy not knowing who I am. It makes life much more interesting, and every day I discover something about my self and this world we live in and that’s what makes me happy to be ignorant. As the say ignorance is bliss. How I see it is I have my set personal values that I live by and every day is a new adventure that I get to experience. And any ways no matter how bad I have it someone has it worse. Like right now some of my friends are at basic training for ROTC. Or Matilda’s mom was fed to pigs, or my favorite, I’m not about to marry someone so superficous they can only marry a person named Earnest. (I think that is the biggest tragedy in any of the books we read in this class.)