tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153158548002799095.post2005762275613652780..comments2015-04-26T17:02:13.723-05:00Comments on On Ripley: Off my chest.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153158548002799095.post-65460163282622777232012-04-03T00:47:28.471-05:002012-04-03T00:47:28.471-05:00Thank you very kindly, Joseph. It seems Mike C. an...Thank you very kindly, Joseph. It seems Mike C. and I (the Cat) and you and a few others have felt this sort of fantasy-reality continuum with this amazing character and it's awfully nice to know we're not alone. The pain isn't constant, and it's not like real pain anyway -- it's just, as you say, weird. There is no object, exactly. No endgame, no 'goal' in the expression except to express it -- hence this blog. <br />Thank you for getting it.The Cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07924021811298999906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6153158548002799095.post-4037582206583812542012-04-02T14:07:40.445-05:002012-04-02T14:07:40.445-05:00Just stumbled on your blog. I am a fan of Ripley a...Just stumbled on your blog. I am a fan of Ripley and Weaver, too, and I just wanted to say about what you wrote above: I get it. You explain it well, but it's only because I've been there that I get it. Others who haven't can only appreciate it, but the pain you're talking about, a strange, weird pain, unlike anything else because there's no...object for it. You can't soothe it, because it was created out of fictions, but the emotion that emerges from it---that isn't fiction. <br /><br />Thanks for sharing all of this. You are definitely not alone.Joseph Charles https://www.blogger.com/profile/02849704279926794392noreply@blogger.com