Impermanence/Route 40


The first ending. And knowing it would end
I wanted another. Lover, summer,
pen with which to write it all down.
The first disappointment. Which is not
remembered but lives in the body.
And how familiar it became …Dimitrov

Intersection Question

As physical places we take these junctures completely for granted. They’re everywhere. We think nothing of them. Yet, what about mental intersections? Our “should I” “shouldn’t I” moments. I’m not sure we pay these nearly enough attention.

On Growing Old and Dying

Standing at the door of death isn’t pleasant. It’s filled with pain, regret and an uneasy feeling you’d rather not be there. Everyone on this small rock we humans call home will die. It’s a given…but, all things being equal I’d rather sit by the water and look at birds.

Versions Of Reality

There’s an old but true saying that says in effect that reality is what we choose to think it is.

These two photographs were taken within about a minute of each other. My guess would be that the individuals in each view reality entirely differently.

Light

“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato

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Still Trying To Figure It Out

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Here’s my problem. My intellect isn’t powerful enough to give me a comfortable place to stand. I’m increasingly sure it takes letting go of those mental tools we are so accustomed to rely on. Reason and logic don’t cut it when it comes to making peace with what it means to be human. The trick, if one can call it that, is to kill my ego and see what’s left. Scary but it needs to be done.