Tuesday, April 18, 2017


Mostly this blog is about photographs or images accompanied by words. But words by themselves have their own right to be, too, their own weight in the air.

Spring seeping into the world (this part of it), once more. Brings the feeling of restlessness, wanting to be outside, be in touch with the things out there. But the world is changing, my world is changing, with fading players, players coming back into focus, new players, and possible change in status and stability on the horizon as well - rumblings of this earth. Alternately anxious and ready to just fling myself into the unknown, only wondering if the ship is seaworthy.

The question of what is important keeps popping up, here, there, everywhere, like the little figures in whack-a-mole. What to do with one's life, with each day.

Wish I knew more about the nature of reality. The thought that all that we see is a construct created somehow for our benefit by our brains via the limited conduit of our senses - what is behind the mask we believe in, this physical world - this thought hovers behind everything like a reverse veil. And it does seem that the experience of individuality, of the finite, is probably just an accident or a by-product of something larger, or, more fundamental, or...well, we don't have the means to comprehend it. Some have made some good guesses, maybe.

But we are part of that, that "everything".

Things moving fast, but they don't really need to. What is the benefit to "fast"?

Maybe words don't have weight in the air. They have some weight in our minds. But maybe actions, the way we navigate through objects, people, and change, is where real weight lies(?). We use our thoughts to do that as we encounter things.

Who stops to think about it? People think and feel all the time, but how many of us stop to wonder why we do any of this, or what it's all about? At certain times, of crisis or of insight, but we don't know how, society, to get beyond dogs eating dogs, or killing each other (more, people, rather than dogs), to be able to contemplate what's really happening behind the mask, or the theatre set we live in. Not seeing the forest for the trees.

I do like trees, though.

The leaves are coming back.

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