Randomness
Condition of Life
Elia Astfjord
"When all that you know is lost, and your only rescue are the dreams you dream during the silence of the night, a lurking presence is evident ever-still."
- unknown
Only the fairy tale equates changelessness with happiness...
Permanence means paralysis and death.
Only in movement, with all its pain, is life.
- Jacob Burckhardt
Currently I am....
- craving a california wrap from the Mud Street Cafe with just water
- wishing to escape, but to where I don't really know, although I did check on tickets to Seattle today
- listening to James Blunt in particular You're Beautiful, No Bravery, Here We Go Again and I ReallyWant You
- doing paperwork, lord where do the stacks come from (anyone care to help? anyone? anyone at all?)
- despising laundry, loving ironing
- wondering if the wicked visitor to my blog will ever leave a message, or a simple thought behind (you can now do it entirely anonymously although I will know precisely who you are)
- missing the ocean sounds and smells terribly
posted by Erika at
3:22 PM
2 Comments:
Hi Erika,
I am writing you this from Germany. I just came across your blog while I was trying to find out how that blogger thing works.
I liked the title and so I continued reading. Sorry, I cannot help with the stacks, I'm drowning myself, got tons of them at my own place, just moved house across Germany.
I got curious about your profile and I had to smile when I read about your occupation. Doesn't sound so bad!
I have about the same hobbies like you, and, even though I would not agree on ALL the movies, I share your interest in the book department, especially on Zen (I got a degree in Japanese studies) and wonder what insights you could take into your life?
If you want to read a new book, I recommend "White collar Zen" by Steve Heine (2005). It offers some ideas who to apply Zen insights in the corporate world, stories, wisdom, anecdotes. Not quite perfect but still good reading.
As much as I like to read about Far Eastern philosophy and religion, I find it hard to apply at least some of the principles to my own life. Maybe you are right and it is The Journey?! But why it feels so unsatisfying?
OK, so much comment from your new avid reader in Germany.
Best regards from a slacker-consultant :-)
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Anonymous, at 6:29 PM
The firelight was dying down, the embers still glowing and giving off their heat but the cheery blaze that was there earlier in the evening was gone. I looked into the fireplace and thought of the immortal words of Mr Poe "...And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor..." and I smiled because the spectres of my own creation were fresh in my mind. The delicious terror of their apparitions filled my head with "fantastic terrors never felt before..." and I moved with an uneasy silence in the deepening darkness. Lost in my own thoughts, it was like reality and imagination had become one and I was removed from world around me. Silently I floated and I started to fixate on the sparkling yellow-red stars that were in front of me.
With a crack and a hiss, one of the coals moved and I was snapped back into my living room, sitting in my favourite chair. I realised that I had been half awake and half dozing, the creations of my own mind were made truth in this twilight between waking and sleep. The night had got away from me and I knew that I could not continue and would have to finish tomorrow. So I said goodnight to those ideas, those ghostly gules and haunting shadows - tomorrow they would visit me again and tomorrow I bring them back from their resting place for my readers once again.
Good night my faerie and to you I leave these words:
You wear innocence,
Like shackles on your wrists,
Your halo upside-down,
And in your head its clear.
Thank the passion in your eyes:
Because soon the longing in your breasts,
And heat that's deep within,
Will cause this sin again
But we don't mind...
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Anonymous, at 6:38 PM
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