"Myriadicity"
Hi! My name is Ken and I'm a depth junkie. I like to understand how things work and how they're interconnected. This way of looking at things is useful, but sometimes can get in the way of noticing what's immediately present around and within me. The depths are not the only story, and often not the full one.
Do you remember life as a child?
When you woke in the morning, and the morning smiled?
-- paraphrase of Taj Mahal
In my eagerness to delve into one puzzle or another, one of the most difficult challenges is the scattered myriadicity of everyday life - the plethora of details that require some tending, yet not so much attention to any one that I don't have time for the others. I find comfort in the cozy depths, and struggle with disarray at the surface.
I just realize that we start out in these very awkward ways, and we do look a little stupid as we draft, and that's all right... You have to be willing to go into the chaos and bring back the beauties. -- Tess Gallagher
It is in what's unexpected where discoveries are found - even rigorous pursuits like science and mathematics require imagination to take in what's new and different.
The most exciting phrase to hear in science, the one that heralds new discoveries, is not 'Eureka!' but 'That's funny...'
-- Isaac Assimov
Seriousness always has to do with an established script, an ordering of affairs completed somewhere outside our range of influence. We are playful when we engage others at the level of choice, when there is no telling in advance where our relationship with them will come out - when, in fact, no one has an outcome to be imposed on the relationship, apart from the decision to continue it.
-- James P Carse, Finite and Infinite Games
Discovering humanity involves metaphor - a leap of understanding in recognizing what you have in common with others.
Those at the center can imagine what it is to be outside. The strong can imagine what it is to be weak. Illuminated lives can imagine the dark. Poets in their twilight can imagine the borders of stellar fire. We strangers can imagine the familiar hearts of strangers.
-- Cynthia Ozick, The Moral Necessity of Metaphor, Harpers 5/86
It's the spaces between things, the interconnections and emptiness, where perspective can be found.
You wish to see; listen. Hearing is a step toward Vision.
-- St. Bernard
In painting, waiting is a very big part of the effort... Painting is not so much about decision. It's more about acceptance - of the fact that certain structures and orders and narratives really have their own saying, and all you have to do is listen.
-- Francesco Clemente, in this Charlie Rose interview
Both rationalists and mystics, alike, can mistake their situation when they allow their expectations to overshadow what's actually going on around them.
Everything in the world is wonderfully and magnificently mixed up. It is exactly like a woven tapestry. A tapestry to bring tears to your eyes...
True, it is very easy to get into a muddle, but there is one magic formula for keeping out of muddles. I'll sell you that formula, oh dreamer. There, take it. Here it is: look.. Look. Look. That's all there is to it. Look - and that's all. Look, even when you want to screw up your eyes. Look, even when you don't like what you see. Look, even when it's not what you expected. Remember, the world is never wrong. What is - is. Even if you hate something in the world and want to destroy it - look. Otherwise you will destroy the wrong thing. Get me?
-- Yevgeny Shwartz
please
please stare worship a thousand tiny gardens swim some luscious summer lake & drive shadow's frantic storm away |
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memory
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time time in finite mercy is left handed. it complements with obligation, liberty; reverie, loss. time spins in mute splendor as vacant gods give and take with unbridled generosity nothing at all and everything. |
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breezes it's somehow encouraging |
phrases ish ka bibble fit and fiddle momraths outgrabe. tu ra lura whine and cheese, celery and marmalade. |
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moments are
"recall the rain gift," she said, "always shine." a goddess whispers through cool beauty, "why moan about the wind?" language sleeps and moments are a place, a dream... |
see also Quotes Collection, Real Faith, and Silly Craft.