The ocean waves rise up and in crashing against the thirsty shores. In a moment they recede rapidly as though sucked up by an unseen creature. The breathing in and breathing out of nature. That is life. The going in and coming out. The being and not being.
I am breathing a new lease of life into this blog, it being an extension of my psyche - a fertile field of continued growth, renewal, pruning and purging. Each of the next series of blogs will bare the titles of famous quotes most of them seething with poignant ideas.
Sunday, June 9, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
It has been about three years since I last blogged. A lot has changed since I created this blog. For starters I am older, which in itself is not an achievement. I am wiser perhaps, or rather I have gained that little wisdom to comprehend the depth of my own lack of wisdom. I have experienced so little yet so much. All my experiences have led me to the conclusion that my life is what I make it. My inner vision seems to form my future. It's as though every hope and dream is a prayer and my emotions are the accelerant that ignites my dreams.
I often wonder why I created this blog in the first place - a single voice among an eternal chorus of voices from generations. Was it a desire to be heard? If so, by who? Was it a desire to make a difference? If so, to what end? To what end, for I am but a man, and not God. Is God not a creation of man, in principle. For it seems the goodness of God when reflected through the eyes of a man, is but the maximum that the observer can imagine a god to be. It is as though the godliness of a god would mean nothing without the observation of one lesser than the god.
Enough of my rambling on gods and back to the subject of the reason behind my single voice among millions. Having soul-searched it occurs to me that the reason I blog is in the hope to find like-minded people who share the same vision as I, but what is my vision? This where things become interesting - My vision is fragmented - in bits and pieces. My starting point is that success is not measured in material wealth; social wealth is perhaps a bit closer to the the true measure, but it is only worth as much as it enriches the experience of self-discovery and self-realization. We can only see ourselves through the eyes of those that know us, because what we make ourselves is clouded by many things.
Sometimes writing on this blog feels like being an atheist who nonetheless prays to thin air. I guess I suspect that the air might not be so thin. Although no one might ever read this or be impacted in any positive way by it. I have the joy of a moment of escape; escape from the constant chatter of life. Every now and then I get a chance to fellowship. To get to know myself. Do you know yourself?
I often wonder why I created this blog in the first place - a single voice among an eternal chorus of voices from generations. Was it a desire to be heard? If so, by who? Was it a desire to make a difference? If so, to what end? To what end, for I am but a man, and not God. Is God not a creation of man, in principle. For it seems the goodness of God when reflected through the eyes of a man, is but the maximum that the observer can imagine a god to be. It is as though the godliness of a god would mean nothing without the observation of one lesser than the god.
Enough of my rambling on gods and back to the subject of the reason behind my single voice among millions. Having soul-searched it occurs to me that the reason I blog is in the hope to find like-minded people who share the same vision as I, but what is my vision? This where things become interesting - My vision is fragmented - in bits and pieces. My starting point is that success is not measured in material wealth; social wealth is perhaps a bit closer to the the true measure, but it is only worth as much as it enriches the experience of self-discovery and self-realization. We can only see ourselves through the eyes of those that know us, because what we make ourselves is clouded by many things.
Sometimes writing on this blog feels like being an atheist who nonetheless prays to thin air. I guess I suspect that the air might not be so thin. Although no one might ever read this or be impacted in any positive way by it. I have the joy of a moment of escape; escape from the constant chatter of life. Every now and then I get a chance to fellowship. To get to know myself. Do you know yourself?
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