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.

Friday, May 25, 2012

P-337

I admire the wild beast in Penguin 337, who escaped from a Tokyo zoo and was on the loose for 82 (!) days. 

Penguin 337 is so named because he/she is still so young that vets cannot determine gender. Penguin 337 scaled a rock wall 13ft high and squeezed through a barbed wire fence to escape its harbor side aquarium in March. Keepers' theory is that P-337 made its break for freedom after being startled into climbing over a rock twice its size, leaving 134 fellow penguins behind. P-337 was captured in perfect health, apparently having thrived of the fish life in Tokyo Bay. 

I have to ask myself, what's it going to take to startle me out of my self-constructed zoo and get me to scale my walls?
Posted by R W Rawles at 7:52 AM

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