I wonder sometimes...
how different things could be...
if I was not the plaything...
of time.
I shall be expired one day
And I shall look back
with regretful eyes...
I wonder sometimes...
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
An image occupies my most intimate thoughts. In the shadow of fading light lies a vast body of water. In this boundless water resides every imaginable colour; they swirl and dance until there exist no distinctions, no possible differentiation between where one begins and another ends.
These deep waters also contains qualities: courage and cowardice, genius and stupidity. Cowardice and stupidity can be found on the surface, stopped by a glance, while genius and courage are in the depths. Dive...dive...dive...get down low into the dark obscured depths...
A rudderless ship wanders the surface...only the diver can know what wonders await in the deep.
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An object of inward focus. The strength of the human mind resides in this uncanny ability for focus. It is of little consequence that the objects of our focus yield no certainty or absolutes...The matter is one about depth and profound persistence...the diver may never attain the pearls she seek. It is the dive, not its yield, that emboldens her soul.
These deep waters also contains qualities: courage and cowardice, genius and stupidity. Cowardice and stupidity can be found on the surface, stopped by a glance, while genius and courage are in the depths. Dive...dive...dive...get down low into the dark obscured depths...
A rudderless ship wanders the surface...only the diver can know what wonders await in the deep.
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An object of inward focus. The strength of the human mind resides in this uncanny ability for focus. It is of little consequence that the objects of our focus yield no certainty or absolutes...The matter is one about depth and profound persistence...the diver may never attain the pearls she seek. It is the dive, not its yield, that emboldens her soul.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Waiting...
Waiting…waiting…
Standing in line at the DMV, waiting to renew your license. Standing in line at the box office, waiting for tickets. Standing in line to order lunch at a sandwich shoppe or for a cup of coffee.
Waiting…waiting…
What are we all waiting for? What are YOU waiting for…? CALL NOW!
Oh, we, the impatient. We want it now. We want it now and the way we want it. I don’t want it a minute ago or a minute from now. I want it now.
Waiting…waiting…
All good things come to those who wait. Isn’t that cliché out of step now? All good things do not come to those who wait; it comes to those readily willing to bitch and moan and complain until a more qualified cog comes to address their immense grievances.
Waiting…waiting…
We’re waiting for God—OT? What good comes from complaining? Much profit can be attained since one can extract advantages by endlessly airing grievances. Yet such boons are fleeting, obsolescent things. Good does not come from endless complaints. The good is not, as Thrasymachus implied, that which is good solely for the self. It is more expansive, yet more focused than just profit. It does not appear initially to be desirable or necessarily advantageous. It comes to light as challenge, absence, and perhaps even failure. It does not float unconnected from ephemeral matters, some transcendent shape looming above and beyond the actions of men.
Men shape the good and earn it through their works. It is not given from above nor stolen forevermore by subterranean darkness. It is in our hearts, our minds, and our hands. It is fragile and sensitive. It is enduring and stoic. It takes on the qualities of those who labour for its sake. The good is not achieved by waiting alone. Yet it cannot be earned by those unwilling to wait.
Standing in line at the DMV, waiting to renew your license. Standing in line at the box office, waiting for tickets. Standing in line to order lunch at a sandwich shoppe or for a cup of coffee.
Waiting…waiting…
What are we all waiting for? What are YOU waiting for…? CALL NOW!
Oh, we, the impatient. We want it now. We want it now and the way we want it. I don’t want it a minute ago or a minute from now. I want it now.
Waiting…waiting…
All good things come to those who wait. Isn’t that cliché out of step now? All good things do not come to those who wait; it comes to those readily willing to bitch and moan and complain until a more qualified cog comes to address their immense grievances.
Waiting…waiting…
We’re waiting for God—OT? What good comes from complaining? Much profit can be attained since one can extract advantages by endlessly airing grievances. Yet such boons are fleeting, obsolescent things. Good does not come from endless complaints. The good is not, as Thrasymachus implied, that which is good solely for the self. It is more expansive, yet more focused than just profit. It does not appear initially to be desirable or necessarily advantageous. It comes to light as challenge, absence, and perhaps even failure. It does not float unconnected from ephemeral matters, some transcendent shape looming above and beyond the actions of men.
Men shape the good and earn it through their works. It is not given from above nor stolen forevermore by subterranean darkness. It is in our hearts, our minds, and our hands. It is fragile and sensitive. It is enduring and stoic. It takes on the qualities of those who labour for its sake. The good is not achieved by waiting alone. Yet it cannot be earned by those unwilling to wait.
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