division and puns. they don’t really have anything in common.

If you google the definition of division you get this result: “the action of separating something into parts, or the process of being separated.” The synonyms include breaking up, breakup, carving up, splitting, dissection, and bisection. I mean, all of those sound painful. Seriously. As a general rule, it would appear that division is a negative thing. This must be why we, as humans work so hard to be undivided.

It was Valentines weekend this past weekend. I know that I have railed on V-Day in the past, and I stand by my assertion that it is the one day a year completely devoted to ostracizing those of us who are single, but this year I questioned the motives for the big red day (aside from the obvious card, candy, and flower sales that is). I wonder if there may be some reason that Valentine’s Day, a day that has more legend associated with it than actual fact, is such a big deal. At the root, it all comes back to division. We don’t want to be divided, so we celebrate a holiday that reflects and exalts togetherness.

Whether it is from each other or from different parts of ourselves, division throws us off kilter. It changes the balance of our life and forces us to reestablish our universe so that it regains some semblance of order. It is why the loss of someone in our lives is so hard. There’s not just the pain of actual loss, but there’s the rebuilding of the constructs of our being that is utterly changed when it is divided.
So how do we deal with that process? Are we puppets resigned to the whims of fate? We don’t plan for division. So when division happens, what do we do? I know that there are healthy ways and not-so-healthy ways of dealing with division. It took me a long time to realize that, as much as I want to be, I should not be the mastermind behind my own universe. I don’t deal with division well. It’s something I am working on.

Thing is though, without division, just as without any negative, it’s hard to grow and fully appreciate the positive. If you don’t occasionally get thrown out of balance, you don’t recognize the ability you have to regain it. It’s all about finding your way. Step by step, trial by trial. It’s where many of us, me included, find faith. Not just faith in a higher, though that in and of itself is a powerful thing, being but also faith that when we are divided, when our bubble of world order collapses on itself, that piece by piece, we can sew back the tattered remnants to create a new whole. It may be a long and occasionally painful process, after all, stitches hurt, but finding that thread that will hold all your pieces together is altogether a marvelous thing.

So in the spirit of togetherness, celebrate your Valentine’s Day. Spread the VD joy as it were. Just not that kind of VD joy…

And I’ll leave you with a list of puns. Because puns are funny.

I’m reading a book about anti-gravity. It’s impossible to put down.
I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.
I couldn’t remember how to throw a boomerang, but eventually it came back to me.
I did theatrical performance about puns. Really it was just a play on words.
He drove his expensive car into a tree and found out how the Mercedes bends.
Yesterday, I accidentally swallowed some food coloring. The doctor says I’m OK, but I feel like I’ve dyed a little inside.
What did the grape say when it got stepped on? Noting – but it let out a little whine.


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