... of the seven deadly sins, the eighth and most horrid is emotional blackmail ... whilst for this blogger, the only sacred thing is life itself
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
one blissful moment in spain
a crystal sky
only distant sounds ... one barking dog, one crowing cockerel, some sweet singing from a few little birds, the distant roar of the river in a ravine
and a little green path that leads to silence
only distant sounds ... one barking dog, one crowing cockerel, some sweet singing from a few little birds, the distant roar of the river in a ravine
and a little green path that leads to silence
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
fear not the mysteries of cognitive dissonance, I will sing unto you of the joy of cognitive innocence
then aged about three or four, I remember my first trip on the top of a double decker bus through the Wiltshire countryside … it seemed whilst each succeeding perspective flowed by that each of the little summer fields with their enormous ancient hedges was spinning around
not long after that , i stood on the back seat of a car for the first time and was still unable to grasp the idea of the world’s fixity and so my mind saw the road and the white line that divides it as a huge ribbon gushing out from beneath the back of the car
this morning a large white building on the horizon changed shape several times as I drove towards it until I belatedly recognized the steaming towers of a concrete factory
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
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