When I was in my twenties I was in a single-car accident and suddenly found myself at the top of a telephone pole next to a street light, looking down at my lifeless body hanging out of a wrecked car. I spent almost an entire day in good company, transported somewhere other than here.
think about a painter to be like god, not the religious view of "god" but god as the creator or the all. His paint, or medium is our minds, and the works of art he creates is the world we see around us.
When I was young, I stayed at my neighbor's house. They had a grandfather clock. Between the tick and the tock of the pendulum, I lay awake thinking about the perverse nature of time. Mr. O'Donnell is gone now. His wife Barbara, now in her nineties, greets me with her cane when I go back to visit.
I wasn't going to post anything today but I changed my mind because I got all worked up and need an outlet, so your it. This world is full of ideas and philosophies. Which is a good thing, diversity and all that. But how do you know whats right and whats wrong. How do you decipher the bull from the truth.
"Banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we have been waiting for." — Hopi elders
