Still (sur)Rendering

All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.

I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.


yadda badda boo x3

If you believe in First Cause as the action of a supreme being then please, tell me how we got to here. Taxes, deadlines, brutality, stupidity. This can't have been the path forseen by your Architect, can it?

I want a do-over. From the beginning.

Let's take it from the top.




... and he filled my hollows with sighs; murmurs in that liquid language of intimacy that had no meaning but seduced my skin and begged for response ...




"In a universe of blind, physical forces and genetic replication, some people are going to get hurt, other people are going to get lucky and you won't find any rhyme or reason in it, nor any justice. The Universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no purpose, no evil and no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference."

River Out of Eden: A Darwinian View of Life
Richard Dawkins




"Consider a world in which cause and effect are erratic. Sometimes the 1st precedes the 2nd, sometimes the 2nd the 1st. Or perhaps cause lies forever in the past while effect in the future, but future and past are entwined"...

"It is a world of impulse. It is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment, every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or no future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy."

Einstein's Dreams
Alan P. Lightman




Twelve jade buddhas and three lotus flower candles.

All queued along the fireplace mantle in my bedroom.

3 -1- 3 -1- 3 -1- 3

The balance of prime numbers works well for decorating purposes.

No, I've no clue what I'm rambling on about either. I'm certain there was some very deep and spiritual message I was going to share but I've lost it somewhere along the way.




Why yes, I am purging my text files.




It has been so very long since art has been accepted as a source of magical transformation, involving a total and trusting surrender of self on the part of the spectator and a total giving of self on the part of the creator, that we are shockingly inexperienced in being profoundly moved.

We fear the possibility of being altered, of allowing our reactions to get out of control. When literature affects us deeply, we immediately want to be able to define its power rationally, to lessen its impact, as it were, by dividing its whole into a series of comprehensible parts which will allow us to place it within a familiar and non-threatening framework.

Although we wish to be enriched by the books we read, we do not want to take the risk of full immersion in the subjective vision of "the other" or be possessed by oceanic currents of emotion that will set off our own carefully submerged obsessions.

"A Plea For Impassioned Reviewing"
Erika Duncan

'shockingly inexperienced in being profoundly moved. That is truth.

I'm trying to list the last books that I let affect me emotionally. Not easy. My latest books have been all non-fiction, excepting The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown (great read, btw). It didn't emotionally touch me, though.

Seriously. I've got to sit down and think about this.










soundtrack:Metisse - "Boom Boom Ba"


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