Black Swan, Blue Moon and My Name is Red

 
Perhaps I've somehow understood the Black Swan. Everything goes your way, until one thing doesn't, a random stroke, and suddenly everything doesn't go your way. I am still learning how to deal with it. Expect the possibility of large deviations.

But not today, and not tonight. Because we've wrestled with the small failures and won. Because we have not forgotten that "just being alive is an extraordinary piece of good luck, a remote event, a chance occurrence of monstrous proportions."

I've re-read my notes on Black Swan and continued re-reading My Name is Red. Ongoing eternal recurrence. Husrev and Shirin loving each other and dying all over again. Tonight, I read the three parables of signature and style for the second time. I'm amazed all over again. Similar to listening to different versions or instruments playing Chopin's Nocturne No. 20 in C-Sharp Minor.  
 

Blue Moon has the pleasant, zesty aftertaste of orange peel and the character of a wheaty, Belgian white. I never would have bought this, if not for the fact that we got it buy-one-take-one today at the grocery store. So here it is, a little event of the so-called "randomness that produces the texture of life, the positive accidents."

That random ray of sunlight that fell on my children and made burst with joy while we were having a late lunch at the grocery store. The fluorescence the highlighted my wife's face that made me admire her beauty all the more.