How doth the little busy Bee
Improve each shining Hour,
And gather Honey all the day
From every opening Flower!
How skilfully she builds her Cell!
How neat she spreads the Wax!
And labours hard to store it well
With the sweet Food she makes.
In Works of Labour or of Skill
I would be busy too:
For Satan finds some Mischief still
For idle Hands to do.
In Books, or Work, or healthful Play
Let my first Years be past,
That I may give for every Day
Some good Account at last. [1715]
~ Isaac Watts
Watching the bees buzz.
Showing posts with label Background noise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Background noise. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Mathematical
I have this image in my head of a Euclidean plane and all those zillions of points that make it up. When I concentrate on that for a minute, it flows into the quantum physics subatomics that are every where at once.
Also, Flatland. Not the social crap. That's dreadfully misogynistic. The perspective part when the pentagon is lifted up into the third dimension.
And a drop in a pond rippling out to the edges.
Is deja vu slippage around in time? Ripples through the Is? Feels like it.
Also, Flatland. Not the social crap. That's dreadfully misogynistic. The perspective part when the pentagon is lifted up into the third dimension.
And a drop in a pond rippling out to the edges.
Is deja vu slippage around in time? Ripples through the Is? Feels like it.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Where ever you go, there you are.
"Chop wood; carry water." That just sounds like work.
And I don't think that's the point.
Work has to happen. Crops planted, food prepared, body kept safe and as healthy as you can arrange. What your comfort level is is your own thing. Of course, you can just go to a shelter (or hold out a bowl and see what lands in it) and eat what is given to you and you can sleep where ever your head falls.
Another phrase that comes to mind is "One foot in front of the other".
That doesn't matter though, either. The world will move around you even if you just stand still.
Joyous, exuberant, squishy, messy, painful, horrific, delightful life is going to happen, whether you participate or not.
But, even if you don't want to be, you are part of it. The world continues and in the place and time where you are, you are part of it. Even if you are the part that acts like a rock.
Fulfilling your function, whatever it is. You don't get to choose. The story rolls on.
And I don't think that's the point.
Work has to happen. Crops planted, food prepared, body kept safe and as healthy as you can arrange. What your comfort level is is your own thing. Of course, you can just go to a shelter (or hold out a bowl and see what lands in it) and eat what is given to you and you can sleep where ever your head falls.
Another phrase that comes to mind is "One foot in front of the other".
That doesn't matter though, either. The world will move around you even if you just stand still.
Joyous, exuberant, squishy, messy, painful, horrific, delightful life is going to happen, whether you participate or not.
But, even if you don't want to be, you are part of it. The world continues and in the place and time where you are, you are part of it. Even if you are the part that acts like a rock.
Fulfilling your function, whatever it is. You don't get to choose. The story rolls on.
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