At birth,
we disembarked to a port-of-call
full of joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure.
We may view it as a furlough,
as a life sentence of imprisonment in a body,
or as an all-day pass at an amusement park.
When the Captain blows the whistle,
we stop what we're doing, return to the ship
and sail on.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Port-of-Call
Labels:
awareness,
consciousness,
heavy stuff,
living and dying,
mysticism,
philosophy,
poetry,
wisdom
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Omniscience: a Paradox
that guard the entrance to the New York Public Library.
With the help of these guardians,you can learn a lot -- but not everything.
For omniscience, you'll need a bigger library.
Somewhere in the Unified Field, there's a Cosmic Depository
that holds the answers to every question, including those that have yet to be asked.
Across that portal, two stone mallards squarely face one another.
With their help, there's no limit to how much you can learn.
Their names are Humility and Chutzpah.
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