Funny old day, today. No e-mails, no blog comments, no snail mail, no phone calls. I feel invisible. I wonder whether it’s right, as some people say, that each of our worlds is merely a construct of our will, and that nothing material exists outside our own perception. The problem with that view is that it goes into a level of philosophical and spiritual reasoning that I can’t access yet. But maybe it is right, and maybe all the people who are important to me don’t actually exist. Maybe I made them all up. Or maybe they’re just not talking to me today. Interesting, though.
And those words – funny old day today – remind me of one of my all-time favourite sitcoms, and my all-time favourite line from it:
Granville: Oh, come on. Somebody must have loved me mother.
Arkwright: Oh, they did. Plenty of people round ’ere loved yer mother dearly. And some of them quite cheaply.
I'm sorry, Jeff! I've been so busy I haven't had the time to comment! I hope you're alright and not feeling so 'invisible' anymore. Everyone has those days. I hate them.
Don't be concerned, ladies. Just one of those days. It's a bit like being a mariner on a sailing ship. You're half way across the ocean and then the wind stops blowing. Bugger!
If that's true, then apparently I've made you up, and made you up to say that you've made all the people around you up, perhaps in an attempt for my will to convince me that all the life and material around me really is real and not something that it made up itself, Better yet, maybe I'm something that your will made up and I'm just arguing that because I'm supposed to convince you that everything is real and this could go on and on and on now.
It's been a long night.
I like to hope that I'm real and that you are too because it all is a bit dizzying haha
Well done, McC. I know, that's why I said I'm unable to access that level yet. But I gather there are plenty of wise people in eastern traditions who believe it to be true, and they must have some reason for so believing. Must find one and put the question. Or maybe not. I've thought long and hard about the question 'What is reality,' and once you get beyond the obvious, it becomes rather more than merely tricky. Even 'I think, therefore I am' raises its own questions. The reality of lunch beckons. Blissful simplicity!
I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
All the permanent pictures and some of the posted ones on this blog are my copyright. Most of them, however, are placed with a picture library which holds the licensing rights. I don't, therefore, have the legal right to grant permission to use them.
An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
6 comments:
feeling a little lonely there Jeff? I hate those days.
I'm sorry, Jeff! I've been so busy I haven't had the time to comment! I hope you're alright and not feeling so 'invisible' anymore. Everyone has those days. I hate them.
Don't be concerned, ladies. Just one of those days. It's a bit like being a mariner on a sailing ship. You're half way across the ocean and then the wind stops blowing. Bugger!
But, thank you - from deep inside somewhere.
If that's true, then apparently I've made you up, and made you up to say that you've made all the people around you up, perhaps in an attempt for my will to convince me that all the life and material around me really is real and not something that it made up itself, Better yet, maybe I'm something that your will made up and I'm just arguing that because I'm supposed to convince you that everything is real and this could go on and on and on now.
It's been a long night.
I like to hope that I'm real and that you are too because it all is a bit dizzying haha
Well done, McC. I know, that's why I said I'm unable to access that level yet. But I gather there are plenty of wise people in eastern traditions who believe it to be true, and they must have some reason for so believing. Must find one and put the question. Or maybe not. I've thought long and hard about the question 'What is reality,' and once you get beyond the obvious, it becomes rather more than merely tricky. Even 'I think, therefore I am' raises its own questions. The reality of lunch beckons. Blissful simplicity!
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