Monday, October 10, 2011

The Nobody's Perfect Blues


It is nothing if not ironic that the very idea of trust is so flawed.
Since to consider trust in its essence one must look for it to be perfect.
Perfect in the sense that it is at once stronger than logic and simultaneously extremely fragile: once broken it cannot truly be repaired.
Perhaps I should be looking for a more imperfect ideal.
Perhaps I am wrong to expect that the trust required for friendship should be subject to the same standards the trust required for commitment.
Perhaps this is the reason that the only person I can call friend is the person to whom I am married.

The apple that don’t want to get eaten
Will still fall from the tree

~ Billy Bragg

9 comments:

mapstew said...

That gave me something to think about.

(Going to see BB in a couple of weeks.) :¬)

Garth said...

Mapstew: the man's a giant

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Heh.

Harlequin said...

trust is that amazing borderland, isn't it. one of my favourite quotes about trust is from Niklas Luhmann.... trust is the ultimate reducer of complexity.

Garth said...

Harlequin: "the ultimate reducer" - that is brilliant

gregrandgar said...

Trust is ultimately faith in oneself to guess the answers at the back of the book in school-trained, habitual preparation for a future happenstance (pop=quiz) one fear one would be otherwise inadequate to handle. Another can break one's trust by making them earn such fearsome faith.

Yodood said...

Hah! Blogger's been screwing around again and signed me in here as gregra&gar on the last comment. Been away too long.

Garth said...

Yodood/Gregrandgar: good to hear your typically complex response - you certainly have been away too long - glad to have you back :D

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

Thanks for Billy Bragg, but you can keep Kafka. Not sure I wan nightmares beyond my own.

Off to listen to more Billy Bragg.