I just don’t like claims about Truth (big T) because they seem so often to be oppressive and inaccurate and arrogant – and they try to encompass too much while they’re carving things up. Truths (small t) are more humble and gracious and approachable, as I think humans ought to be toward what can only be pointed to and not possessed. Maybe the problem is more than just that we seem to want Truth to be about facticity and controls…
In which the author of this blog indulges in an freewheeling rant over a fairly trivial irritation: Clouds!!!! Gotta get those clouds, man! They are SO DOOMED. I KNEW IT!!!! I knew that something would interfere! All I wanted was to see the MOON! Is there something WRONG with that? I mean, how often do I get to see the gorgeous beautiful full moon, and during a partial eclipse too! I had it all built up. No detachment for me….
The Vine — A VirusHead Poem All this talk of trees, on and on for the phallic market Strategies of an oily snake for leafage sales (once his hanging Globulars were taken). Sublime awareness must be more Than a petty lesson from a parent uncomfortable With the shape of fruition, death more complex Than effect catalyzed by theft of figgish ‘apple’, or … Lest we ruin another ancient secret, the swords still whirl. But there was a gift, a scion,…
We all die. I don’t know whether or not there is an afterlife, and neither does anyone else. People have a range of beliefs. Some people believe in a heaven of fluffy clouds. Some people believe in a hell of unending torture. Some people believe in a gray space of limbo. Some believe that one’s place in the afterlife can be purchased with money or obedience or membership or works or sacrifice or mantras. Some believe that your spirit rejoins…
I’m in a mood for Flaubert. I love the way he searched endlessly for le mot juste (the exact – uniquely correct – word, the most precisely accurate language). Sometimes he found the words that evoked and carried more truth than any fact could possibly do. Love art. Of all lies, it is the least untrue. For none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and language is a cracked…
Sharing a hug is so deeply comforting, like hearing that everything is going to be all right. Even watching hugs can make you feel better. If you find January a bit depressing, if you’re having a rough time, if you’re just feeling like you could maybe use a hug – take a look at these. Lion Hug [youtube width=”400″ height=”330″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iAk8Z8Bcsz8[/youtube] The Free Hugs Campaign….. Free Hugs in New York City [youtube width=”400″ height=”330″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzcVjeirzYo[/youtube] Free Hugs in New Orleans [youtube width=”400″…