joined on 07/26/04
last updated 09/14/08
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about me
a spirit in a ligneous sheath stumbling through existence... Bewildered. Cautious. Angry. Ecstatic. Awestruck. And you probably wouldn't think any of it looking at me casually.
I keep a more extensive blog on theinkblackmoon.blogspot.com/
The Geometer
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The world is not only crucifixion, it is also beautiful. Or more precisely, the world's crucifixion is beautiful. This beauty reveals itself in the patterns and harmonies of nature, which the ancient Pythagoreans found so miraculous. The harmon...
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Metaxu
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This world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.
~ Simone Weil
On why
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Beauty - it's why you're here on this lovely planet.
Poetry reminds us of our humanity
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Bonsai
One morning beginning to notice
which thoughts pull the spirit out of the body, which return it.
How quietly the abandoned body keens,
like a bonsai maple surrounded by her dropped leaves.
Rain or objects call the forgotten back:
th...
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After Bion
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In the beginning was the Truth. In its abject aloneness It was to ripple Its essence through existential resistance (the human being) (condensation. shattering of the vessels. evil). In the eddy of the perturbation, It was to be discovered anew (b...
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The world is not only crucifixion, it is also beautiful. Or more precisely, the world's crucifixion is beautiful. This beauty reveals itself in the patterns and harmonies of nature, which the ancient Pythagoreans found so miraculous. The harmony of natural laws is what prompted them to speak of God as a geometer.
Sun, February 17, 2008 - 6:08 PM
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This world is the closed door. It is a barrier. And at the same time it is the way through.
~ Simone Weil
Sun, December 9, 2007 - 3:54 PM
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Beauty - it's why you're here on this lovely planet.
Wed, October 3, 2007 - 9:18 PM
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Bonsai
One morning beginning to notice
which thoughts pull the spirit out of the body, which return it.
How quietly the abandoned body keens,
like a bonsai maple surrounded by her dropped leaves.
Rain or objects call the forgotten back:
the droplets' placid girth and weight; the dresser's lack of ambition.
How strange it is that longing, too, becomes a small green bud,
thickening the vacant branch-length in early March.
~Jane Hirshfield
Sun, September 30, 2007 - 9:26 AM
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In the beginning was the Truth. In its abject aloneness It was to ripple Its essence through existential resistance (the human being) (condensation. shattering of the vessels. evil). In the eddy of the perturbation, It was to be discovered anew (by the human being. the form) from its adventurous exploratory wave-front-echo. This eddy is called experience. The echo is the transformation of Truth as It is experienced by the beholder.
Sat, February 25, 2006 - 1:44 PM
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6th MASS EXTINCTION,
Alchemy: The Royal Art,
biocultural diversity,
GAIA - the earth is alive,
Greek Philosophy,
Hafiz,
Ken Wilber,
Memories, Dreams & Reflections,
Peak Oil discussion group,
Think Globally, Act Locally,
Vegan Philosophy,
World Tree,
Year 2012,
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