Wouldn’t you if you were living in the Third World on 10 cents a day?
Why is there something rather than nothing, he mused. Does life have any purpose.
What a difference a few weeks can make and how powerful the influence of the season upon the mood. If ever evidence were needed that we are mere creatures of nature, there be it.
I have been profoundly moved by religion my entire life. I have always believed in the “Good” even though I may not always have done it.
To sit in dappled shade in the late summer sunshine. To breathe the soft cool wind, to close eyes and let the mind wander where it will.
Gene Kelly may have danced; I just sat but with equal pleasure no doubt.
My mind drifted this morning, far from the algorithm I was working on. Was I old I wondered or had I simply changed.
Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.
What does achievement mean? What have you achieved and by what standards will you be judged? Will you be found wanting and if so should you care?
Slowness is a vital ingredient, in my case at least, in encouraging me along the path I wish to follow.
My 26 year old son is clearly a perceptive fellow and he hit the nail on the head when describing his father as “a funny old monk”.
A while back I found myself disturbed that a blogger could crusade in favor of violence and dissension and against ecumenism.
If we seek reality, I am told that we look in the wrong direction by obsessing over the human condition. I think that is right.
I wonder if this is what it felt like during the phoney war in 1939? A period of almost surrealistic calm before the horrors of world War II really began.
There is nothing more sobering than a great deal of time spent in a hospital with the critically ill. Nothing more rewarding either.
It is finished – yes I think I know just what the poor fellow meant.
Nor multicultural, nor multi gender, nor am I trans….and, odd to relate nor am I a bigot or a racist.
I had a curious sensation of fading, being absorbed into the background, while walking along a country lane in glorious winter sunshine.
Can or should you remain in a state or place of “silence” or must or ought you return to the world?
Is there anything so wondrous as a man truly happy in his own skin and content with his life and … More
There is nothing quite so odd as an elderly, fat, aggressive pig driving a white Porsche.
Imagine yourself, if you will, in a world post the apocalypse to come.
A kind friend sent me what I took to be a flyer for ChristianMingle.com, which appears to be a sex … More
There can be few callings which I hold is such low esteem as that of the “Influencer”.
A visit to the Bronze Age Boat gallery today brought home very forcibly the sheer terror I would have felt … More
One of the advantages of living in Middle Earth is observing the locals at work and play.
If you think it’s all about sex, dragons and slaughter you might just be wrong. It’s also about apocalypse and that I find rather fascinating.
Why do the cretinous like numbered lists? And why do they annoy me so much?
The Good Aunt
What I ought to have bought was a mobility cart and a year’s pass to the Bingo Hall. What I … More
No, it didn’t quite work out like that, it never does. However Arcadian the setting, we humans will wreck it … More
Well not mine actually – its just that I liked the headline. The Guardian’s article Me and My Vulva gave … More
I am deeply disturbed to discover what a search on the word “consciousness” produces when you sift through Wordpress websites.
While there are indeed vast swathes of Kardashians, footballers wives and people who live in Chigwell you should avoid like the plague on the internet, I would argue that the technology has immeasurably enriched our lives rather than debased it.
How hilarious, the asinine snob.
There comes a time in your life when, if you are lucky enough to have a son, you recognize he has become a man. And of course to you, a very special one.
While the modern shopping experience ranks low on my list of existential anxieties, it nonetheless merits mention as one of life’s annoyances.
If we 21st Century pagans were to write our own book of “Good News” what would it contain?
Success in seeking the Absolute may simply be a matter of altering our minds chemically.
Teamwork my arse. Hell is definitely other people.
Much is made these days of the concept of “mindfulness”. It is the cure-all of the new age. Depressed? Mindfulness … More
What exquisite bitter-sweetness, an English autumn in the countryside.
Such words are prone to make me lift my laptop and smash it to the ground.
The back of beyond is where I want to be. And I am back, at the back of beyond. I have come in a full circle.
It is time to “feel” the universe for myself. To cease to see it through the words of others and to experience it directly.
Is it a detrimental term or may it have hidden meanings and use?
Commercial blogging is so utterly grubby and most practitioners of the art are second hand car salesmen, whatever they pretend they are selling or “doing”.
I am so grateful for the BBC who explain that LGBT+ is now passé.
I am always amused by the sheer vastness of the Blagging and Bluffing community on the internet offering advice on subjects in which they themselves possess no expertise whatsoever.