Saturday, August 27, 2011

What if you die tomorrow?

What if you DON'T?

This is my suggestion, but you make your own choice.





PS.  "Everything has its time and everything dies."  ~ The Doctor

Saturday, August 20, 2011

It is to laugh.

Immortality Blows

No.


Sunday, August 14, 2011

Be here; be now


“We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it.” — John Steinbeck
“Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.” — Will Rogers
“Where is the Life we have lost in living?” — T.S. Eliot

(pilfered from Futility closet, again.)

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Yep


Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Nothing at all


Our original Buddha-Nature is, in highest truth, devoid of any trace of object…ivity. It is void, omnipresent, silent, pure; it is glorious and mysterious peaceful joy-and that is all. Enter deeply in it by awakening to it yourself. That which is before you is it, in all its fullness, utterly complete. There is naught besides.
Even if you go through all the stages of a Bodhisattva’s progress toward Buddhahood, one by one, when at last, in a single flash, you attain to full realization, you will only be realizing the Buddha-Nature that has been with you all the time; and by all the foregoing stages you will have added to it nothing at all.
You will come to look upon those aeons of work and achievement as no better than unreal actions performed in a dream. That is why the Tathagata (the Buddha) said: I truly attained nothing from complete, unexcelled Enlightenment.”
~Huang Po

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Listen


Image from PonderAbout.Com

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

This was on my refrigerator for years.


Gahan Wilson has tickled me all my life.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Heehee


Saturday, June 18, 2011

Ancient Greek Death

So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since for the former it is not, and the latter are no more.
– Epicurus

Immortal

No one is anyone, one single immortal is all men. Like Cornelius Agrippa, I am god, I am hero, I am philosopher, I am demon, and I am world, which is a tedious way of saying that I do not exist.
Jorge Luis Borges, The Immortal

Thursday, June 16, 2011

From a guy on Tumblr


there is nothing
I can write
that the sun hasn’t written
 
or the clouds
haven’t erased
2011-06-14

Saturday, June 11, 2011

Finding a Piece of the Truth

One day Mara, the Evil One, was travelling through the villages of India with his attendants. he saw a man doing walking meditation whose face was lit up on wonder. The man had just discovered something on the ground in front of him. Mara’s attendant asked what that was and Mara replied, "A piece of truth."
"Doesn’t this bother you when someone finds a piece of truth, O Evil One?" his attendant asked. "No," Mara replied. "Right after this, they usually make a belief out of it."

Sunday, June 05, 2011

Rat's clarity

Saturday, June 04, 2011

Truth :-)

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Neat stuff in the world

There's an interesting place on the side of the road on the way to Carrboro from I-40 on Old Hwy 86.  It's a stone spiral that was built by architect John Hartley at the entrance to Stone Knoll neighborhood.

Stone Knoll is  a very nice subdivision with large, interesting houses on large, wooded lots that tend to be ornamented with flowers, gardens, yard art, hammocks and comfortable lawn chairs, play sets and a general air of happy, affluent families.





The side closest to the highway is a field of wildflowers and there is a little turn off from John Woods Road into the field.





 There are 4 tall standing stone in the cardinal directions and a flat stone in the middle.  These five have plaques with poems on them.  Hotlinks are to other websites that have the texts of the poems.

In the East is Maya Angelou's Inaugural Poem  written for Bill Clinton in 1993



To the North is Wilderness by Carl Sandburg

Wendell Berry  has a poem in the West.

And in the South, Mevlâna Jalâluddîn Rumi



There's a memorial tree over to the side but still within the spiral.


 It appears that Donna Lotstein was a lover of horses.



The stone in the center has the Navajo Way Blessing Prayer









I've seen a couple of places online refer to this installation as a "stone circle", but it isn't a circle.  If you are actually in it, you can see the spiral winding into the trees and outward, eventually petering out in the direction of Old 86.

You can even see it in Google Maps.

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