Last night was a night of my soul, but not a dark one.
While there may be no god and no objective morality, we may act as if there were. Some of us find that we must.
I felt it as soon as I sat down, the presence. Or was it a smell, a feeling a sound of silence.
The happiest mind is the empty mind. The mind of pure experience. Empty of though but full of what is.
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.
There are certain activities or states of mind which trigger in me what Abraham Maslow calls “peak experiences”. Reading Keith Hancock’s Mystical Experience of Reality does just that.
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”.
Silence is not the absence of sound but the absence of noise. Noise is not simply the presence of undesired sound.
A while back I found myself disturbed that a blogger could crusade in favor of violence and dissension and against ecumenism.