The wonder, the riddle of my not having perished already, of the silent power guiding me.
It forces on to this absurdity:
Left to my own resources, I should have long ago been lost.
My own resources.
– Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923
Notes: Quote, thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo: Studio Miniatur Filmowych
it’s all a mix of magic and miracle that we even wake up each day
Yes. Yes it is.
I never was a Kafka ‘type’. These words confirm that. I’m just amazed that Beth, as always, finds the right words to put our Dave in a good mood 😉
She’s my Shinto. Thank God for Beth.
Learned about this Japanese religion. Tks for this mini lesson. And Beth is that!!!!!
I’m here to serve!
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Amazing if you stop and think about how you move through life, the way each day unfolds, the many miracles that have to happen every minute to keep this whole grand experiment on the rails, so to speak…. And I land on grateful. Startled, often amazed, and deeply, deeply grateful….
That’s it Lori. Right there. You captured it.
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Excellent … “My own resources.” – Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923 .
Paradox, my friend paradox…needing that which we can’t see and deriding that which we can, when perhaps we don’t see what we should – you get where I’m going…Anyway, I share Kiki’s view about Kafka – and it’s a bit early…🥴
Smiling. Lady’s not fans of The Great Kafka.
It is one of the things that most inspired me working in an adult homeless shelter. Every morning 1,000 people whose lives were in tatters, messy beyond my comprehension, would awaken and begin, step by step, a brand new day.
It was and is a testament to the power of our human spirit’s will to survive, no matter the trials we put it through.
What an experience that must have been Louise.
Great text. I appreciate what is not obvious.
Agree. Thank you.
You’re welcome!