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We do not rest satisfied with the present

We do not rest satisfied with the present. We anticipate the future as too slow in coming, as if in order to hasten its course; or we recall the past, to stop its too rapid flight. So imprudent are we that we wander in the times which are not ours, and do not think of the only one which belongs to us; and so idle are we that we dream of those times which are no more, and thoughtlessly overlook that which alone exists. For the present is generally painful to us. We conceal it from our sight, because it troubles us; and if it be delightful to us, we regret to see it pass away. We try to sustain it by the future, and think of arranging matters which are not in our power, for a time which we have no certainty of reaching.

Let each one examine his thoughts, and he will find them all occupied with the past and the future. We scarcely ever think of the present; and if we think of it, it is only to take light from it to arrange the future. The present is never our end. The past and the present are our means; the future alone is our end.[1]  So we never live, but we hope to live; and, as we are always preparing to be happy, it is inevitable we should never be so.

-- Blaise Pascal's Pensees (1665)

[1] P. 50, l. 5. The future alone is our end.—Montaigne, Essais, i, 3.

Not sure

I am not sure what to say
I am not sure what to do
I am not sure what to tell
I am not sure how it all fell
It just wasn’t all here one day :
The boring sky changed from the color blue.
I am not sure about our tomorrow
But I am sure about my today
It feels different, it feels new, it feels fresh… anyway,
We will be what we want, we must,
There are no reasons to distrust,
Except for the incertitude,
Of any eternal plenitude,
Except for my uncertainty
To express a certain future,
Where we both and all can mature,
And lie peacefully warming under a sun ray,
Rain clouds passing us by, white or black,
For starting today,
A choice was still made, no turning back.

When the mind is at peace

When the mind is at peace,
the world too is at peace.
Nothing real, nothing absent.
Not holding on to reality,
not getting stuck in the void,
you are neither holy nor wise, just
an ordinary fellow who has completed his work.

--P'ang Yün (740? - 808)
A famous lay practitioner of Ch'an during the T'ang dynasty (618-907), also known as ‘Layman P'ang’. He studied with many of the eminent Ch'an masters of his day and attained several profound enlightenment experiences (satori). He is known as the source of the saying, ‘My supernatural powers? I carry water and chop firewood’.

Confusion diffusion

The point is to make the things clear.

The thing is, there are so many points:
related, linked, supposed, speculated, presumed, unknown.
Be watchful of fear.

So many ways to join the points into lines:
long, hard, easy, wise, quick, progressive, risky, regressive, unknown.
Pay attention to the road signs.

So many ways to follow the lines to form a course:
Far, new, familiar, traditional, arduous, even more unknown.
Expect remorse.

It is the unknown in the way that you can’t know,
That you can’t understand, can’t see, can’t fathom and can’t imagine.
It is also the unknown you can’t disown:
Dreams, possibilities, potential, opportunities, desires.
Where to point these burning fires?

You can also even call it luck, if you see fit.
For the nature is of never ending change,
Know to be moved by what you want from it,
Know to accept what you fear of it and rearrange,
Your mind to fit the points into lines into courses into ways of life: close and far, fast and slow, easy and hard.

Avoid the illusion,
Consider it like a test.
For the nature of the unknown is confusion,
And confusion reigns when you rest.

How near, how far

How near
How far

How near, how near, how near, how near
How far, how far, how far, how far
How near, how near, how near, how near
How far, how far, how far, how far

How far
And how far
Tell me how far


Title: Familiar Ground
Artist: Cinematic Orchestra
Album: Ma Fleur

Hide away ...

... for now.

(I think I'm in love)

Reflection

I have come curiously close to the end, though
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated
I concede and
Move closer
(Let me / I may) find comfort here
(Let me / I may) find peace within the emptiness
How Pitiful

It's calling me...

And in my darkest moment, feeble and weeping
The moon tells me a secret, a confidant
As full and bright as I am
This light is not my own and
A million light reflections pass over me
Its source is bright and endless
She resuscitates the hopeless
Without her, we are lifeless satellites drifting

And as I pull my head out I am without one doubt
You wanna peer down here survey my narcissism
I must crucify the ego before it's far too late
I pray the light lifts me out
Before I pine away.

So crucify the ego, before it's far too late
And leave behind this place so negative and blind and cynical
And you will come to find that we are all one mind
Capable of all that's imagined and all conceivable
So let the light touch you so that the words spill through
And let the past break through bringing out our hope and reason
Before we hide away.

Title: Reflection
Album: Lateralus
Artist: Tool
Authors: Carey/C/J/K
Duration: 11:07

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