Creative writing and artful observations

[Syne]

People who are both good looking AND smart disturb me to no end. I don't need someone who is getting all the sex they want telling me the meaning of life.

Wow. 9_9

[Magical Realist]

In these days of miracles and wonders, it takes more effort to stay asleep than it does to wake up.

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[Magical Realist]

Memories aren't inside us. They are all around us. In the nostalgic feel of an old song we used to love. In the taste of a food we haven't had in a long time. In the melancholic slant of orange-tinted sunlight on a winter's afternoon. We are swimming in memories. They are qualitative and fluent not discrete. The past never goes away. It is woven and stitched into everywhere we go and in everything we experience.

[Magical Realist]

Just know, that in those strange sensations and intuitions and feelings you have that you can't describe and that cannot be easily categorized, you are not just being yourself anymore, but are being things you have never even imagined before. This is the use of this world--- "the vale of soul making" that Keats wrote about.

[Magical Realist]

"We can make our minds
so like still water
that beings gather about us
that they may see,
it may be, their own images,
and so live for a moment with a clearer,
perhaps even with a fiercer life
because of our quiet."
~ William Butler Yeats

[Magical Realist]

This is what I call the Cartesian Flip. More of a thought experiment than a new theory. But who knows where it might end up if played around with enough.

There is no consciousness, and there is no matter.. There is being in itself, and being for others. What we have mistaken for a physical in-itself objective reality is simple instances of being for. Your body is a being for the world. Trees, rocks, stars, and oceans. All instances of being for. Of being opened to other being fors. But they lack being in themselves. There is no substance to them. They are pure forms or structurings that interact, that mutually transact in a profusion of outward relations and events, but they are empty of being in themselves. That's why they don't last. Why they all dissolve into nothing but the finest particles that eventually get recycled into new forms.

The real being in itself is in what we call the mind or subjective experience. This is the only being in itself there is. The I AMness of the what is here/now. It shows itself as that about us which is absolutely real and unconditional. As the being in itself that is your existing that is without forness for others, being totally contained in itself. As unified in-itselfness, a pure undifferentiated substance--the infinitely transparent darkness of Being itself.

Thus we are freed from the Cartesian split of consciousness and matter. Of mental and physical. There is only Being, in its two forms as being for, and being in itself. The objective universe as the construct of all being fors, and the subjective experience that is the eternal groundedness of being in itself.

[Magical Realist]

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[Magical Realist]

As a senior member of the American Klutz Society, if there is something to trip or stumble over, I will be sure to find it. But please, in the name of common decency, do not call us clumsy. We prefer the term "gravitationally challenged."

[Magical Realist]

I discovered a new color staring up at the ceiling for hours in my bed last night. It was a mix of blue and pink. I call it "blink".

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[Magical Realist]

Even though the Moon rises in the veiling darkness of night, she is still with her lover the Sun. And the bright glow on her face shows it.