Truth is a big word. Seeking, "The Truth", is an abstract adventure. It's an adventure that usually leads to grandiose theorizing resulting in little usable information.
Seeking, "The Truth", isn't a rewarding use of time. Seeking what's true in a particular case is more practical, though it's no easier.
Poverty, tragedy, and injustice may only veil a better, larger reality hidden to ordinary reality. The romantic view mightn't be true, but it should be.
Serious artists open themselves to inspiration by seriously intending to do the best work they can. Unseen providence is attracted to those who seriously want to do the best they can.
No one seems troubled that so much of the News is devoted to trivialities rather than information useful to decision-making by citizens who give a damn.
Playing and daydreaming are seriously underappreciated. When your mind is off-duty you are
free to notice what seemed unimportant when you were working.
I wonder about these re-connections with people from my past. Are they unusual, or are they common? I don't think they only happen to me. Are certain people woven together in an unseen fabric for some purpose unknown? I suspect so.
When played by world-shakers, King of the Hill, is a very serious game. Horseracing is often said to be the sport of Kings. The true sport of Kings is war. Some say that that might doesn't make right, but it can't be proved by the evidence.
The figures on the wall flow with energy and grace. They move like living animals. I can't believe the artists who created these pictures intended them as no more than totem caricatures useful only for making magic.
A lot of people, from far back in time, have believed numbers to be mystically significant. They don't always agree which number signifies what. They do agree that numbers account for more than just counting.
The example of closing time is easy to understand. Whatever barroom need or hope you have has to get done before closing time. Life has its own closing time. Keeping that limitation in mind focuses attention on what really needs doing.
Life is hard to chew. Sometimes you need a knife. Sugar and spice makes it tast better.
The Hippos walked leisurely away to a life of freedom in the Magdalena basin. It was effortless. They took to Columbia's watery wilderness as though they'd always lived there.
Sorry. There's no anything, anywhere, but strong quantum entanglements of energy that masquerade as hard reality. The hard stuff you see around you is empty space in which the illusion of, stars, planets, and everything else, is created by impenetrable force-fields of energy. The illusion is overwhelming realistic, but it isn't real.
I increasingly found myself defending the Christian position. This surprised people who knew me. They thought of me as a committed rationalist. What was I doing talking about God, and Good, and Evil.
Some few people recognize Classics when they're first made; centuries must pass before the rest of us can be sure. good stays the same.
After lugging the kill to a nearby tree the leopard ate a quick meal, then stored the rest of the carcass in a handy crotch of the tree. A thorough clean-up followed - then the big cat returned to standby mode.
The value of the troubadour form is that the mimimal embellishment reveals the heart of the work - Art, or lack thereof, is easier to hear when background ornamentation is removed.
Prisoners are the extreme case, but none of us are free from limitation. Limitation focus us to concentrate on what can be done. If you can't do whatever you like, then, what can you do?