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| september 2010 |
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| Time(s) | 2:24am tuesday, 28th september |
I looked at today’s date, and for a moment, I thought that that had been in the past. I was ahead of myself, as it were, as far as my thinking about time. Where is my sense of today? Maybe I am too much a dreamer, become disconnected with the stream that is now, looking at what is real from such a distance that the present day is already gone, yet perhaps even to live in the past, and the future merely peeks out from every free crevice. Maybe I am going too fast, and everything is a blur? No distinction between the moments, time bleeding one instant into the other, and I cannot tell where in the flow I am situated? Maybe though, it is as Einstein foretold, that time is after all, a merely persistent illusion, and I saw halfway through the veil: where past and future are nothing but a position in the spacetime, to see through that last dimension: and I lived to tell about it, too!
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| weight | 4:40am friday, 24th september |
one dream lifted me out of the world, told me some secrets
i cannot utter some of the sweetnesses that i beheld then
i could not stay, for i am not angel, too weighty my thoughts
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| Quotes | 1:04am monday, 20th september |
Two prisoners whose cells adjoin communicate with each other by knocking on the wall. The wall is the thing which separates them but is also their means of communication. It is the same with us and God. Every separation is a link.
– Simone Weil
The man who will not act till he knows all will never act at all.
– Jim Elliot
When you think of the long and gloomy history of man, you will find more hideous crimes have been committed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion.
– C. P. Snow
Everyone should learn to do one thing supremely well because he likes it, and one thing supremely well because he detests it.
– Brigham Young
Tough and funny and a little bit kind: that is as near to perfection as a human being can be.
– Mignon McLaughlin
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| sky | 12:33am thursday, 16th september |
i vaulted toward the nakedness of oblivion, somewhere in the night
as stars rained down, the pillars of creation straining at the heaviest of metaphors
and the thunder resounded a thousand times, to become the whispering of God
the ancient tones in tune with our bones, the vibration of flesh that is life
to listen for the Word that was with God, that spoke being into being
then blink: i am nothing, for is a finger of the infinite light a sky of solid white
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| China | 12:17am sunday, 12th september |
I decided, since I’m getting a lot of traffic from China for some reason, I would post about the Tiananmen Square massacre again. 
Click on this to get a larger version. This Tank Man image, here, should either spread the meme around or get me blocked by the great firewall. Maybe both.
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| Numbers Redux | 12:45am wednesday, 8th september |
The numbers still come at me. I try not to use them as an oracle, but it is an ongoing struggle. They are only visions of a madman, after all. I see the numbers every day, every hour, marking the paths of people on my websites, in the figures of the Dow-Jones, the price of gold, in the digital clocks that tell the minute. Not all of them have interpretations, but at one time it seemed that most of them did. I have stepped back from that point, at least, and I have tried not to let my mind put a pattern to the randomness that it most probably is, but it is not easy. The mind is used to leaping to conclusions when it has worn a groove in that direction. There is purpose to everything, true, but it is mercy that God lets us not see behind every curtain. Therein, madness doth surely dwell.
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| sorrow | 11:46pm saturday, 4th september |
why is it that the eye which tragedy touched be beautiful?
it is the sad story the one that most holds us in its spell
we cry because we cannot hold it all inside us, such the woe
thousands of trivial decisions, then one to heartbreak...
the house of wisdom is known to be a house of mourning
it must be so that sorrow is necessary food for the soul
though we would rather starve, depth prepares the feast
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