Lines In The Sand

I was watching an episode of "House" tonight (which as these blogs go on will end up being a recurrent theme) from an old season dealing with an autistic boy.

I have had an obsession with autism since I was 10 years old. Reasons why are less important but I've been around it a lot and I've read about it for years now. Anyway. The episode deals with your standard medical jargon, multiple trips to differential diagnoses, and witty banter. There's a scene where House is looking at his best friends stuff on his desk. His best friend (an oncologist) has many gifts from patients. He points out House never gets any. Later on, after the kid's medical issues (besides the autism) are invariably solved, the kid on his way out gives House his favorite possession--his PSP video game console and then makes slight eye contact with House. This btw folks, is a borrowed scene...

A kid with that bad of a case of autism would never do that. Long story short, trust me in that situation that just wouldn't have happened.

Maybe that's just it though. We watch television shows, movies, books, etc wanting to pull or relate to our emotions knowing full well the absence of realism in them. Why? Why do we hope to find realism in the things clearly devoid of it?

Because like it or not, whatever kind of person you are, you want that out of life. We'll cross those lines in the sand that we draw for our rationality just to find one moment of the higher feeling. Honestly, that is kind of the best thing about existence at all. We should never resort to not believing something improbable can happen.

Maybe that's why the phrase is "Lines In the Sand." A line in the sand is so easy to step on, wipe, and re-draw...