well, obviously some things are straightening themselves out in the deeps of my head. i had this ‘bizarro world’ dream… you know the kind, the ‘never in a gah-zillion years would this ever happen’ dreams… the ones you get that signal something is being packaged for permanent storage. well. that’s what i tell myself anyway. no other option is acceptable.
always but one
another one for the pile. of course, the irony here is rather profound. all ways but one. always but one. the same. nothing. sigh.
referrers and vanity searches are interesting things…
got a ping on the ol’ stats page from someone i never expected to see swing by here.
a dream about michael g.
i had a dream about you tonight. it woke me. i dreamt something had gone terribly wrong in your life, something new and awful and you were distraught, lost, and despairing.
The Eightfold Path, Right Speech
some time ago, i purposed to do a series of contemplation on the eightfold path. life decided to jump up and snarl the traces for a time and i did not proceed as planned. i am doing so. this is the third of what will eventually be eight posts, upon the eightfold path as outlined in the Buddhist tradition: Right View, Right Intention, Right Speech, Right Action, Right Livelihood, Right Effort, Right Mindfulness, Right Concentration. as with much of Buddhism, the appearance of these paths are initially seen as simple. almost childishly so. but upon closer consideration, they open themselves […]
passengers on the bus (scrytch)
(note: the originating items, written by another, are italicized. the scrytch’d component follows. when it is a complete re-writing, it is presented sans formatting.)
about face(s)
used to keep up on this and a few other ‘new science’ and psychological relations. got out of the habit. but this most interesting article reminds me of many things…