Often shadows are more interesting than what cast them.
You follow the light, and your shadow, like your imprint, stays behind you. If you look behind, your shadow could tell more about you than the light, which doesn’t care.
Extracts of Existence
Often shadows are more interesting than what cast them.
You follow the light, and your shadow, like your imprint, stays behind you. If you look behind, your shadow could tell more about you than the light, which doesn’t care.
Extracts of Existence
In the void, the devil soars. If you have the devil as your valet, you’re sucked into the void and the enigma remains — which world will emerge from it; those from up — down, those from down – up, those from skies – into abyss, those from earth – suspended, those from fire — in waters, those from waters – burned … Longing to be back in intelligent design? Perhaps the universe is contained in a small recipient ad infinitum and we have all the answers … Read More
I’ve written about this topic previously. Now it comes to mind with a little twist.
There is a list of things I like but which have disappeared. The list could be longer if I remembered everything.
One of my preferred spots was Normandy with its cider. There was so much and it was so varied that it seemed eternal. Cider of every colour, alcohol content, sparkly, flat, sweet and dry. It was a poem just looking at the countless barrels resting in cool, dark cellars. Returning once for a cider … Read More
We really don’t have a clue why among all the ethnies that wandered through Europe in late antiquity and early middle ages, the Jews, and later Gypsies, were the only ones that didn’t develop a self-defense concept. However it was a pretty dangerous world and they had to be aware of it and in those times there were plenty of mountains and forests that could serve as natural shelters and fortresses. Like the Moorish soldiers defeated by Charlemagne who found their niche in the Alps (today’s Valais), like the Druze … Read More
I had a debate with a friend who holds the politically correct opinion that humans evolve toward universal harmony as can be seen in world metropolises. Only a few “primitives” like those in the Balkans don’t understand this yet, and through persuasion, or force if necessary, everybody should be brought toward the ideal human condition of coexistence.
Since the most remote times leaders have tried to impose their ideals of perfection on societies at large and all they have achieved in the best of cases was truce not peace. Even … Read More
Old Polish Shepherd’s Song
O Vistula, deep blue river beside forest
beside forest
And I have a bunch of pipes at my belt
At my belt
I will pick a little pipe, we’ll play
We’ll play
My sheep will hear me, it’s time to go
It’s time to go.
At all threshholds of human existence there is a place for ethos and pathos — places of hidden beauty. WM
#136 July-August 2013
A 19th Century French poet advised: “Let yourself be sustained by your principles — until they start to wobble.” Just for the fun of it, I’d like to shake them right off the bat.
“I think, therefore I am” is accepted as a universal truth but I disagree and propose instead: “I feel, therefore I am.” Perhaps I am not the first to claim it, as it seems pretty obvious. So, sorry for “rediscovering America.”
I know, thanks to the mind, that 2 + 2 = 4, and everybody else … Read More
Midsummer Night’s Dream — The Kiss 3×4′ ~WM~
“If nobody needs us, we don’t need ourselves”
Extracts of Existence
Each time you encounter in an argument the “but”, transcending reason, it’s usual stronger than the reason. It refuses dialog proper to reason, it transcends your sense of values. ‘But’ is Zen, it doesn’t impose a solution, it only declares: “I don’t know why, I only know that your solution is unacceptable.” It’s in the twilight zone of intuition that the difference between us and the intelligent machine manifests itself. ‘But’ is quantic, indefinable. It will never be at the service of one idea because an ultimate solution doesn’t exist; … Read More
From the balcony at night, I saw the neighbours through their lighted windows. The high-rise buildings looked like giant aquariums in which people, like fish, moved with mysterious aims, meaningful only for them. All movements are magic and hypnotic when we sum them up and take away their individual sense; fish in an aquarium, people in their habitats, rotation of the planets … all become unified, static, eternal; Buddhism and relativity in a common embrace.
Extracts of Existence