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Do I know you from somewhere?
I’ve never had many close friends, I’m afraid -just a lot of people I nod or wave at. And of those, most of them remain nameless even though I recognize them in their proper contexts. But, devoid of that, the majority remain enigmas that smile at me when I approach; I usually require more finite…
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The soul walks upon all paths
I suppose I’m coming to it rather late, but I’m beginning to realize I still have a lot to learn; there are some things that I should have figured out by now, others should have been evident from the start. Identity, I think, is one of the obvious ones. After all, who we are matters…
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Spero, ergo sum
I think there is often a lot going on that we would like to change but can’t, a lot that happens which we would rather ignore but don’t; and it’s difficult to know whether the appropriate response should be hope, despair, or… what, anger? Many of the larger problems that confront us are multifaceted, and…
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You yourself shall keep the key of it
There are times when I wonder if my father straddled two worlds. He was a learned man, and his knowledge was no doubt hard-earned through books and teachers, but I discovered as a child that there was more to his knowledge than what he had stored in his head. “Answers are lying around everywhere, G,”…
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We have done but greenly
When I was younger and just beginning to realize that there were many mysteries left unsolved in the world, I came across a story about the Sargasso Sea. It was a huge area of floating seaweed near Bermuda that was said entrap unwary sailing ships that wandered into it for eternity should they be becalmed.…
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A sorry sight?
I am fascinated by liminality, intrigued by areas that exist on the edge of things, or in the space between them. I’m not sure when it all started, or why it has had such a hold on my imagination -but there you have it. Not everything has an owner, or for that matter even a…
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And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts
Don’t you think there is something magical about our senses? I mean, that something out there transmutes into something in here? And it doesn’t just enter our heads somehow, but becomes laden with meaning as well. Emotion. Rough becomes more than an irregular surface and suddenly acquires warmth and texture -even emotion perhaps- if it…
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