Consciousness – the delusion of continuity in time and space,
the miracle of a pile of stuff becoming self-aware,
the shadowy realm on the border of semantics giving us hope.
Category: Poetry
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Consciousness
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Meditation
The difference between things we do not understand and deep mysteries of the universe
is that the first exist in abundance
and the second are the product of our own woolly thinking and lack of imagination.
Show me a mystery and I will show you a poorly formulated question.
Splosh… -
All flesh is grass – but not vise versa
Terry Pratchett said that all evil begins with seeing people as things.
I can add that quite a lot of stupidity begins with seeing things as people. -
One rainy afternoon, thinking of contextual nature of perception
We see the sky above and call it majestic.
We see the sky underfoot and call it a dirty puddle.
The picture is the same. -
Lights
If you look directly at the sun, for a while things around become dull and washed out;
but gradually the shadows return and subtle shades reassert themselves
and you see the transparent lights of daffodils,
the shimmering lights of the evening mist,
the flickering lights on the hair of children, playing,
the quiet lights on the faces of a couple, facing each other silently on a hill…
So many lights, so rich, so subtle –
all reflecting the sunlight and making it so much more. -
Living space
We live in the spaces defined by our cultures.
Some of us expand inherited houses to palaces,
some – narrow them to defensive forts,
which then have to be lit by funeral pyres. -
Wear and Tear
I like wear and tear.
Things are new and clean in the same way, but old and dirty differently.
And so are people.
In the age of mass production, wear and tear help to save us from boredom. -
A child and the sea
There is something almost unbearably poignant about a child approaching the sea.
The difference in scale is staggering and the fearless curiosity – heartening.
