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Every Thing Speaks
The conversational nature of reality is not to be taken for granted. Nor is this mere metaphor. A vexed spirit settled by the setting sun. The rain to wash away our worries for a spell. A mellowing mood offered by a meadow for the mind to meander and so find a measure of freedom from the known. When we rush through our days we seldom notice the gratuitous volume of our surroundings, our hearing muffled by the mayhem of the world and the unmanageable pace so many of us set for


Holding Darkness
No one knows why we are here. And those who say they do are full of it: assumptions, presuppositions, passionate convictions and the like, but nothing certain, not even close. The fact that all beliefs (including this one) can be legitimately questioned brings us back always and again to the starting point of the unknown, and, likely, for the vast majority of us, the need therefore to unlearn so much of what has been inscribed into us through the willfulness of others, in ord


Mental
The mind is incredibly fragile, or flexible, depending on our point of view, a shift happening in our mood or thought either way in mere moments and by the most incremental of means: a temperament transported by a trifling word, a subtle scent or song, an accident or coincidence, some fortuitous interaction, untoward happening, or countless other strands of unexpected encounters that line our days, transform our experience, and so configure and constitute our consciousness. T


Voices
Hearing voices does not make you crazy, not necessarily. Nor does not hearing voices surely mean you are sane. Through the passage of time, and the abuses we suffer at the hands of others and ourselves, we can become hard of hearing inner voices who care deeply for us. These voices can become hidden, inaudible and inaccessible, until we are ready to hear the hard truths they wish to convey. These truths are often unsettling at first, as they seek to liberate us by calling us


Pointless
Goal is but a word, an idea first and foremost which, once employed, casts a net that ensnares, entwining us to an imagined point in the...
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