More to go

It seems that the more places I see and experience, the bigger I realize the world to be. The more I become aware of, the more I realize how relatively little I know of it, how many places I have still to go, how much more there is to learn. Maybe that's enlightenment enough - to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom, at least for me, means realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go.

Anthony Bourdain, No Reservations - Machu Picchu

 

 

 

 

 

You can never tell

The secret to life is meaningless unless you discover it yourself.

            W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage

 

 

 

 

Explanation after the fact

Tao mystics never talk about God, reincarnation, heaven, hell.
No, they don't talk about these things.
These are all creations of human mind:
explanations for something which can never be explained,
explanations for the mystery.
In fact, all explanations are against God
because explanation de-mystifies existence.
Existence is a mystery,
and one should accept it as a mystery
and not pretend to have any explanation.
No, explanation is not needed –
only exclamation, a wondering heart, awakened, surprised,
feeling the mystery of life each moment.
Then, and only then, you know what truth is.
And truth liberates.

        Osho (Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh), Never Born, Never Died 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Blackberry Eating

I love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries
to eat blackberries for breakfast,
the stalks very prickly, a penalty
they earn for knowing the black art
of blackberry-making; and as I stand among them
lifting the stalks to my mouth, the ripest berries
fall almost unbidden to my tongue,
as words sometimes do, certain peculiar words
like strengths or squinched,
many-lettered, one-syllabled lumps,
which I squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well
in the silent, startled, icy, black language
of blackberry -- eating in late September.

            Galway Kinnell

 

 

 

 

 

Make your own

What do we do with hope?
I have not figured that out for myself.
There was a quote I wrote down
from a climate activist, Mary Annaïse Heglar.
She says, “I think hope is really precious,
and the most precious thing about it is that you have to earn it.
Usually, when people are asking me what gives me hope,
what they really mean is ‘give me hope,’
and I can’t do that for you.
You have to go out and make your own hope.” 

        Alena Smith, Vulture, 2021 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

No difference or big difference

I don't think there is any difference between fantasy and reality
        in the way these should be approached in a film.
Of course if you live that way you are clinically insane.

                    Martin Scorcese, Scorcese on Scorsese

 

 

 

 

Conduct!

It may be that you are not yourself luminous,
        but you are a conductor of light.

                Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles