God, by any other name, would smell as sweet. What is, is. The map is not the terrain. Ours is to explore and discover, with progressive approximation while being as one with all. It is all self-knowledge. — Meanderings of a mad man.
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Castle of My Dreams
I was drawn from my tent into the long shadowing woods by the seductive melody of the Evening Thrush. The trees, tall and strong, form a quiet canopy over the old dirt road. The still and echoing forest is greater than the sum of its trees to resonate the verb. The dirt road propelled myContinue reading “Castle of My Dreams”
Now and Forever
It was night forever. It seemed to never end. And it was completely dark too. And cold. Very cold. I remember that. There was lots of time to think about things. But there was little to contemplate. Infinity. Eternity. Coldness. And then infinite eternal cold. Suddenly and magically, it finally was dawn. The light wasContinue reading “Now and Forever”