Tag Archives: perception

Change and transformation

“We’re mistaken to think there are things that exist solidly within the flow of experience that is our life. We think of who we are as something that’s permanent, that continues over time in the same unchanging form, independent of … Continue reading

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Cut the Crap: descort

You seek for “truth”: for the origin of being, the thing in itself, but either don’t look hard enough, or waste time looking in the wrong spot. It’s right here: the meaning is no recipe, it is not the history … Continue reading

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What We Pretend: cyhydedd hir

What is life, unless it seeks happiness and the sweet caress of contentment? What good is one’s strain in harness, kept chained? Is what we each gain self-evident? What else is out there past temporal cares, waiting unaware our finding? … Continue reading

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The shadow knows

It ought to be a simple thing: you spend years looking for just what inspires you, makes you realize exactly how to become you, to finally be satisfied with who the mirror shows you back, and make the bold choice … Continue reading

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A Screen Door of Perception: a cywydd llosgyrnog

Perspective can be a strange thing. Much like a worm on a string or wind that sings through the trees, it twists and turns this way and that and doesn’t settle or grow fat, standing pat or as you please. … Continue reading

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The View You Choose

Having just seen the new Harry Potter film, I was contemplating the underlying message I find in JK Rowling’s work. No, it’s not some dark Satanic point that seeks to overthrow the basic power structure of the Christo-centric universe. Not … Continue reading

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Dreams and Light

Each day I wake, my head crammed full of dreams that reach into my conscious life unasked, defining how I perceive each new task by tearing at reality’s worn seams. From dawn to dusk they push and pull my mind … Continue reading

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