31st
Carnivoric vegetable
Yes, that is right. Drama is a drug.
What is at issue here is not culture as a value, as understood by critics of civilization such as Huxle, Jaspers, and Ortega y Gasset, but the necessity for enlightenment to reflect on itself if humanity is not to be totally betrayed. Dialectic of Enlightenment - Horkheimer & Adorno
nothing makes me feel feel the paralysis of choice more pointedly than the toothpaste aisle in my grocery. good lord!
Our mission is to provide a risk-management perspective to the often political debate of global warming. We aim to quantify the possible consequences of various international, national, statewide, and personal actions (or inaction), based upon economic and climate models provided by top scientists in their respective fields.
Furthermore, we wish to shift the question often asked in popular culture from “Are we certain we’re responsible for global warming?” to “Given the risks and uncertainties of global warming, what is the best action to take?”
what happens when you take all limits away?
whether it be ethics, morality, self-imposed limitations or external pressures shaping us - what happens when those are gone. myths and rules, both comfortable and terrible, cease to speak.
what springs up? what do we create in that space? how do we see, and explain, both ourselves and others?
what else is there, anyway?
breathing in i calm my body | breathing out I smile
What happens between?
I am impatient. I want. I want to see what happens, then I want to see what happens next. I want to feel, and then feel more.
I am learning to be in the space between, to lose myself in the moment that is, now, instead of thrusting into the next act, event, or possibility.
The most creativity, anticipation, sensation, vision, enjoyment - They all happen in the space between. That is where potential lives.
While riding my bike today I saw a lil’ old man, walking his lil’ old three-legged dog with attention and devotion. It touched me to see the dog bounding through the grass. Later, I thought of this snippet:
Help me to love the small, the damaged, the three-legged dog, without sorrow.
I think of that phrase often. How do you love as is, without sorrow?
Takes practice.
“Heal my impatient heart
which burns within me like a canker.
Teach me not to be annoyed
by faults which buzz
in my ears as loudly as mosquito wings.
Help me to love the small, the damaged,
the three-legged dog, without sorrow.
Fill me with understanding
as a pear tree fills with wind—
Touch my leaves,let my blooms shake down
and cover those I love with love.”
- Book of Uncommon Prayer, by Katherine Mosby