Monday, July 03, 2006
Pondering something vague from the vantage point of a mood that is fleeting- how life develops into modes of complexity before we have the thought to exert any influence over it. We are often spectators in a story that does not lend itself with any success to passivity. One might at any time choose a more active role in the narrative, but once a body has resigned itself for any significant amount of time to inactivity, it is all the more difficult to rouse the senses; sharpen discernment.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."