Singular Fire

Fire drawing from Glithero on Vimeo.

It seems that the embedding of this video is a little strange.  I see a nice preview.  chuck sees Vimeo gobbledy gook.

It really is a nice metaphor.

Tir Nan Og

Or not.

 Or, alternatively

Advice to Myself by Louise Erdrich

Leave the dishes.
Let the celery rot in the bottom drawer of the refrigerator
and an earthen scum harden on the kitchen floor.
Leave the black crumbs in the bottom of the toaster.
Throw the cracked bowl out and don’t patch the cup.
Don’t patch anything. Don’t mend. Buy safety pins.
Don’t even sew on a button.
Let the wind have its way, then the earth
that invades as dust and then the dead
foaming up in gray rolls underneath the couch.
Talk to them. Tell them they are welcome.
Don’t keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll’s tiny shoes in pairs, don’t worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don’t even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.
Don’t sort the paper clips from screws from saved baby teeth
or worry if we’re all eating cereal for dinner
again. Don’t answer the telephone, ever,
or weep over anything at all that breaks.
Pink molds will grow within those sealed cartons
in the refrigerator. Accept new forms of life
and talk to the dead
who drift in though the screened windows, who collect
patiently on the tops of food jars and books.
Recycle the mail, don’t read it, don’t read anything
except what destroys
the insulation between yourself and your experience
or what pulls down or what strikes at or what shatters
this ruse you call necessity.

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This is as true and as much bullshit as any other opinion expressed by whomever feels like attempting to communicate.

It's all some one's idea of happiness or freedom; but what touches them, what works for them may have no relevance for you. Whoever, whatever, "you" seems to be.

I stole this from Facebook

The website is actually Radio Free Babylon

What π sounds like

Fibonacci, fractals, pi.  Visible math delights me.

In this case, it's audible.

Everybody plays

Speakin' truth to power

Ha!


And since that probably doesn't make any sense whatsoever...

There is no truth; there is no power; may as well go for fun.

Or not.

The days begin to lengthen

The "new year" begins.  (It's as good a marker as any.)

I wish you joy.

There are 10 kinds of people in the world

those that understand binary and those that don't.

chuck had a movie in our Netflix Watch Now queue that I wasn't particularly enthusiastic about.  It looked like  a sexual obsession movie and I'm kind of BTDT with those.   But it wasn't.

Stone in either a sexual obsession movie or it's a movie about losing fear.  Which film you see depends on your perspective.

31 years later, I still miss John.

John Lennon, hours before his death 31 years ago tonight: "You make your own dream. That's the Beatles' story, isn't it? That's Yoko's story. That's what I'm saying now. Produce your own dream. If you want to save Peru, go save Peru. It's quite possible to do anything, but not to put it on the leaders and the parking meters. Don't expect Jimmy Carter or Ronald Reagan or John Lennon or Yoko Ono or Bob Dylan or Jesus Christ to come and do it for you. You have to do it yourself."

"Possession isn't nine-tenths of the law its nine-tenths of the problem."

"I am a violent man who has learned not to be violent and regrets his violence."

"Don't believe that jazz about there's nothing you can do, 'turn on and drop out, man'-because you've got to turn on and drop in, or they're going to drop all over you."

This is NOT a car commercial

Perspective

The Long Walk

How can you not see a journey as a metaphor for life and the journey to enlightenment?

I had a Philosophy instructor, who was also the Clerk of the first Friends' Meeting I ever attended, who was particularly moved by Hermann Hesse's Journey to the East.

It didn't really work for me.

Stephen King's Long Walk does.

King frequently has cracks in his stories that let the light in. Not every story, and I would read his books without them. But, those cracks speak to me.

Monk email

Bad dream?

Light my fire!

Merry Halloween!

One Fine Day

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