Dag Hammarskjöld

Dag Hammarskjöld, Markings
In the point of rest at the center or our being. we encounter a world where all things are at rest in the same way, Then a tree becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of whose riches we can only catch glimpses. The life of simplicity is simple, but it opens to us a book in which we never get beyond the first syllable.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Dissipation or Constipation? That is the Question

What? Another blog? What is behind this further dissipation and frittering away of my diminishing time? Between how many blogs do I now dissipate my diminishing supply of energies and time? Countless. What new subjects, what new sides of self do I need to explore and discover? One.

Well, there is something else. That must surely be the case. Because I have written up a couple of things and they have been sitting on my computer’s peripherals for weeks. I have not found an appropriate site or audience. Have to get them ‘off’, as they say. Otherwise, I feel plugged up. Constipated.

Why not burn and blacken another hole in outer hyperspace and see what happens?

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