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As with many things natural, this blog’s coming to be arose within me from an inner push, an impulse embedded in the setting of a co-nesting world—my lived life: understood, intimately felt and often reflected upon, yet frequently just beyond my deeper comprehension. Facets of my regular, daily existence encompass a diverse array of actions…
This pot is as hard as rock. I take its structure to be somewhat ethereal because it just happened to come to be. It didn’t exist and then it did. I made it as this particular thing-form, with my manipulative hands immersed in clay on the potter’s wheel in my studio. It could have been…
It seems fairly clear every morning when I awake and start my day, that I am lying in my bed and getting out of it to get going. Some days, this is a bit blurry, but really, I never lose my way. I am not my bed. It does not take very long (nanoseconds?) as…
Doubt is only doubt when it is actually doubt. (iff). Imagining doubt and perceived uncertainty for a purpose, is a ploy — the first cousin to bad faith. There are no evil demons deceiving us, no matter what public intellectuals might tell us, or philosophers, or actual scientists, or theologians, or politicians, and other false…
Beginnings of things are not always evident when we look only at the thing about which we have uncertainty, a query or an inclination to explain or somehow make clear. Quite often in human affairs, our attempts to account for and explain a current state, takes into account a limited version of the entity, skipping…
zero:time/space: but, here/now: there/then? (holy smokes, Batman, even the Batmobile isn’t fast enough) Light escaping; captured at the edge: no edge to everything, but light, what are you doing here? What is there, but what is? Is not existence everything? Surely, not two all existences! Am I not something?
The deeper dialogue with the devil is most frequently that agonizing personal insight. It is so often a couched self-deception—felt, yet known—which has slipped into the mist-shrouded realms of our consciousness. We know through a glass darkly, that the agony is real and sweeping through our soul as we live each day. This intimate, destabilizing…
A zygote’s coming to be, is far past the origins of its being. The cessation of life is a moment further down what we call its path of life. Fullness is the activity between the two. Fullness is not not fraught with hazards aplenty, and it is not unaccompanied by enrichment, growth and learning. This…
What are you making? What are you doing? What is going on here? Such simple questions which are asked in one form or another by almost all visitors to a potter/clay artist’s studio when the artist is at work. It is a question which appears ready for a straightforward answer: hold your breath, congestion is…
“However, no one has hitherto laid down the limits to the powers of the body, that is, no one has as yet been taught by experience (emphasis mine) what the body can accomplish solely by the laws of nature, in so far as she is regarded as extension. No one hitherto has gained such an…