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When we work our way into meditation or deep sleep, we pull down some walls, roll up the sidewalks and wander freely through altered awareness. We see things we’re taught to pass off as dreams, as if dreams don’t count.
Strangeness of Inner Truth Our inner spaces are peppered with strangeness. We invent like mad scientists to plug holes with acceptable excuses for insight.
This installment, …And Night is the second in the final section of my book, A Million Different Things: Meditations of The World’s Happiest Man. It’s concerned with the strange, maybe imaginary, border between our internal and external realities.
Going Home: Illusions About Reality Igor Stravinsky insisted that music was not about anything but music. Beethoven, imitating sounds he heard during walks in the Vienna woods, and Mozart, mimicking birdsong, disagree. But if music means something, it’s something more. Otherwise, why did evolution add it, even if only as
A Million Different Things: …And Night, Meditation #1 Rambling on… That’s what life is, you know, a ramble. I changed my thinking a while back about how all that apparent motion goes. Like most, I’ve thought of my life’s course as passing along a trail, following a thread with a
Going Home: Illusions About Reality There must once have been at least a jiffy of wholeness, a twinkle in the cohesion of seamless belonging. Every cell may contain the residues in its universal library. Our desire to rejoin seasons every step, pushing against the gravity of reason. It’s a contest
Vacations can be dangerous. Vacations are marked by degrees of departure from everyday routines, routines about which most of us nurture a gnawing hunger to escape.
Life always has surprises, doesn’t it? Surprises are like sparks.