We’re all walking talking Ships of Theseus.
We’re all walking talking Ships of Theseus.
It’s all just happening. Identification happens. Ignorance happens. Liberation happens. At the same time they’re all just appearances. Modulations of the wholeness. Exactly as they should be, by virtue of the fact that they ARE. Only they’re also not. Try to find ignorance or delusion or objects or concepts. Try to locate identification. There’s only…
Miles Davis said that there are no wrong notes, that it’s the next note that determines whether the previous one is right or wrong. And it got me thinking about that space after one note but before the next, when the absence of the last note is hanging there – pregnant, unresolved. Is it harmonious…
If you have to live (with something), if it’s inevitable and inescapable, you’d best learn to love it. I’m talking about life itself, all of it. You gotta go all the way.
It’s fine to look backwards sometimes but who wants to spend their days stewing on what was? The time is now, life is now. All possibilities exist in the great unknown yawning out before us. But looking back I don’t think I was ever a great listener. I was always too occupied by my own…
I don’t like cynicism. It gets over-used. It may be that sometimes its target is justified. But it rapidly becomes a blanket philosophy for life. An easy cop-out from sincerity and vulnerability. And then its just like adding poison to every meal. It’s much harder but more rewarding to try to see the best in…
I was sitting outside a café with a friend some time ago, and we were talking about ‘consensus reality’ as he put it. He was wishing that he could be free of its influence. I sympathised with his POV but pointed out that we aren’t actually bound by it, and it’s enough to recognise one’s…