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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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What do you mean?
What do we mean by meaning? Whoaa. I love questions like that: an autological wrestling match, perhaps, and yet an important one, I think. Does everything have meaning, or does that happen only when there is an intention that it should? Meaning, after all, is not necessarily inherent in everything -a rock lying on the…
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Your friend is your needs answered
I don’t know where I’ve been all these years; I’d never heard of Ubuntu. I suppose none of us can know everything, of course, but Ubuntu is important -how could I have missed it? It’s message is as simple as it is profound: ‘I am, because you are’. In other words, I have become who…
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Does light, seeking light, the light of light beguile?
Is the sense of control of one’s life, of one’s surroundings, of oneself, merely an addendum tacked on to the accumulating years that follow maturity? A garb one wraps around oneself to adapt more successfully to the role assigned -a costume meant only for the play? Or is it really the emperor’s clothes, borrowed and…
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