The Grand Coddiwomple

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When we’re born we’re put on a course based on our parents or lack of them and where we are on this ball of life hurtling around the sun as the sun pierces it’s way through space as… well, you get the idea. We don’t know a lot. It takes us a few years to master being bipeds, and then while our brain is soaking in all around us we become influenced by it. It’s neither good nor bad, but it can be either or both.

From there, we’re subscribed to whatever education system there is, with all it’s flaws, but we’re not told about the flaws because nobody likes talking about them. Allegedly, it works for most people based on what the education system says about itself.

Having seen many ‘successful’ products of education systems over the years in the real world, it remains a mystery to me that a system of education can grade itself in that regard. It’s sort of like a politician investigating himself and finding himself awesome all the time, and no one calls that out except the muffled voices of some in academia who slowly get strangled by the administration that says does what any bureaucratic institution does: It protects itself.

Religion? Same thing. In a way, education has become a religion, sainthoods being handed out as awards, certifications, degrees and smiley faces. It generally starts with smiley faces.

Generally speaking, based on whatever ‘level’ of education one attains, one goes about this business of life in a direction that has been per-ordained by the bureaucracy itself. At this point, we get jobs of some sort and go about the business of the maze of the snakes and ladders of whatever field we’re in. Maybe we find someone to procreate with. Maybe we don’t. Maybe we do some traveling and expand our perspective of the world, maybe we stay in one place and grow deep roots. Maybe you lose a job, maybe you find a new job, maybe…

Life is this huge ‘maybe’. In our youth, we place our backs against a sense of certainty that our childhood gave us, be it a real certainty or a contrived certainty. Life, though, is uncertain, and eventually we figure that out. Nothing in education prepares people for that uncertainty, and many people simply stop learning once they get their academic achievements because of reasons ranging from simply hating to do the work to thinking that they know enough for a lifetime. They don’t, generally.

We are told by many institutions that life is certain. We are told if we do certain things in certain ways we will attain certain goals, and this is not necessarily true. It’s the white lie that snowballs. Uncertainty is real. Life is uncertainty of varying degrees.

Our lives are just coddiwomples. We purposefully stride into the unknown based on what we’ve been told and it never quite ends up the way we were told.

That’s ok, if we accept it. The truth of the matter is that we’re all just bumbling through life, as our parents did, and our ancestors did. You’re here based on the coddiwomples of those before you.

Interlude Coddiwomple

48388230_1869156783210491_5540500364366708736_nI have been writing, I swear it. It hasn’t been cohesive, notes all over, messy, post-it markers in books, at one point I even had notes on the bathroom mirror because of an idea I had in the shower, but… well, water marker is not good on fogging surfaces.

When I wrote, ‘Narratives‘, I was already going a bit down the path but hadn’t really done with the idea. Deconstructing narratives in anything you’ve lived your life in is hard – deciding which ones should be deconstructed… and the older you get, the more you have to work on. Fortunately, if you’ve been paying attention, you know what to work with.

I gave into it, letting my mind wander, imagining different worlds in my mind, re-imagining this world, then exploring fictional worlds.

Amazon’s masterful “Rings of Power” has been fun doing it with, because what started off as a children’s story (The Hobbit) grew into a world with languages, scripts, different peoples, different cultures… all from a children’s story… and while we who know Tolkien’s works better than average may find some things not particularly what we agree with, it’s good fiction that is definitely a good story that helps explain the world of Middle Earth. The characters, wow.

Do I have a theory about the Stranger? Sure. It makes no sense telling you because I like the ability to be surprised, and it isn’t something I’m invested in. If you pay attention to what he does, he looks like a young Radagast. Could be one of the blues, but you know what? I would, if I had a book, read to the next page to find out – and good writing is more about that than being accurate because the story isn’t read if it doesn’t have that. Writing stories no one would read is senseless. Go find a government job writing permits somewhere.

Worlds are rewritten all the time even if we think it looks wrong. Oh, and as far as colors of cast – well done, well done.

I do believe that Tolkien also once wrote through one of his characters – perhaps Gandalf – that every good story deserves embellishment. Embellish away, writers of Rings of Power, I’m not so emotionally attached to the canon that I will take umbrage at some revisionism.

Will I like what they do? I have so far, and I feel attachment to key characters. That’s also good writing, and I suppose in video, good acting, special effects, etc, etc. I don’t know that process and won’t pretend to.

Now, compare that to House of Dragons. People are comparing them here and there and they are apples and oranges. To me, Game of Thrones and it’s House of Dragons is more of a soap opera in a fictional universe, where Rings of Power and Tolkien’s works are an epic that started off as a children’s story.

Two different types of taste. I don’t intend derision when I describe House of Dragons that way, some people like that sort of thing and enough people do that George R. Martin has sold more books than me by a few bazillion. He’s good at what he does, the show is good at what it does. The story just isn’t as appealing to me, and I imagine there are those in another camp who don’t like Rings of Power for similar reasons. To each their own.

This is all why deconstructing narratives is so interesting and I daresay important. If we can do that with the fictional universe, what about the narratives we live within?

Doesn’t it seem like we need a bit of embellishment these days? Well, not ‘talking heads’, but ‘characters to inspire and who do important stuff against really crappy odds’. Who is today’s ‘Rocky’? No, not the sequels, the original where you can tell Stallone put everything into it with the tenacity of his character.

So this was a bit of a coddiwomple through things, and also to remind myself to publish more often while I’m off lost in other worlds and building at least one new one.