Methinks we have hugely mistaken this matter of Life and Death. Methinks that what they call my shadow here on earth is my true substance. Methinks that in looking at things spiritual, we are too much like oysters observing the sun through the water, and thinking that thick water the thinnest of air. Methinks my body is but the lees of my better being. In fact take my body who will, take it I say, it is not me.
Chapter 3 – The Chapel, Moby Dick by Herman Melville
If artificial intelligence proves to be an inspired portal to higher consciousness, then how much more control of humanity should IT be allowed?
The Adventure Begins – another year of living with the questions about life & work. What can done within the confines of 365 days which enlarges the lives of more than one person? Taking a day-long nap isn’t the answer, although at 5 AM that’s the first thought that occurs to me.
It’s 36 degrees outside in Northern California (two years ago; today it’s 45). Dressed for comfort, I can watch the stars while drinking my first cup of coffee – ah, the pleasure of that first sip.
All energy moves in waves & particles, but the ocean wave is the only wave the naked human eye can see. If time is the lesson willing to be learned, the wave is time’s expression. It comes again & again. It keeps saying, “Will you know me now?”
Life’s Work: A Memoir (2022) by David Milch
The moon won’t be showing itself much, if at all this morning. (in 2024 it’s waning gibbous) It will be a New Moon tomorrow (2022) and completely hidden by Blazing Glory. I’ll look to see if there are any signs of the waning crescent while looking through binoculars before today’s sunrise, coming up at 7:22.
