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17 Seconds.
March 22, 2016 by 3 Comments
17 seconds,
that’s how long it takes
for a thought to reach combustion,
pure undiluted focus…
which in turn draws another thought
of similar more powerful merit to it.
Each thought evolving higher
in 17 second intervals.
Notes:
- Photo: Anka Zhuraleva
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Saturday Morning. Sleeping in? Miracle. All of it.
July 11, 2015 by 17 Comments
When you fall asleep, your body enters a state of slumber, but it nonetheless keeps ticking, its life continues, ready to resume where it left off. Your consciousness, however, vanishes completely. In no sense does it keep ticking. You, as we say, pass out. And when you emerge again, either in a dream or when you finally resume waking life, you emerge from nothing – but the very same you that you were before. The fact of your self bootstrapping itself back into existence is such a familiar happening that you may not be as astonished by it as you should be. Nonetheless, you can scarcely fail to notice what goes on. And it could well provide an essential plank in your reasoning about immortality. Such a proven capacity for endless resurrection out of nothing is the one thing that proves everlasting existence.
– Nicholas Humphrey, Soul Dust: The Magic of Consciousness
Post title inspired by Albert Einstein’s quote: “There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.”
Sources: Quote – Thank you Whiskey River. Photo: Juliet Alpha November – Anne
Saturday Morning: Still clinging to sleep
June 13, 2015 by 6 Comments
Nothing will persuade me that sleep is not really quite positive, some forgotten refreshment at the ancient fountains of life. If this is not so, why do we cling to sleep when we have already had enough of it; why does waking up always seem like descending from heaven upon earth? I believe that sleep is a sacrament; or, what is the same thing, a food.
— G.K. Chesterton, Lunacy and Letters
Notes: Quote – Thank you Kurt @ Cultural Offering. Photo: pinterest
Morning Call
April 25, 2015 by 18 Comments
You start with a wisp of memory, or some detail that won’t let you be. You write, you cross out. You write again, revise, feel like giving up. What pulls you through? Curiosity.
~ Abigail Thomas, What Comes Next and How to Like It: A Memoir
It’s an all-night dance at The Alibi.
The strobes, the churning, my personal whitewater at the base of a long spillway of a hydroelectric dam.
I pull the left shoulder back and tug it hard to roll away from a throbbing right, and then settle heavily on the left. A desperate search for comfort.
A handless re-positioning of the knee pillow, a defensive moat shielding bone on bone impact, a life-to-date action now into the tens of thousands. And counting.
Voices drift into the dreamless oblivion. The unreal is more powerful than the real…Stone crumbles. Wood rots…But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.¹
A chill, a pulling up of the covers, and the play repeats.
Left shoulder pull
Right shoulder roll
Right knee tuck
Left knee slide
Voices
Covers
They can go on and on…
Notes:
- Image: Anna Vihastaya (Listening to Silence) via les-yeux-avides
- ¹ Quote by Chuck Palahniuk. Thank you Whiskey River.
Grappling hooks of light
September 10, 2014 by 8 Comments
I’ve been here before,
dreaming myself backwards,
among grappling hooks of light.
—Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Confluence”
SMWI*: Get up Dad. Get up. Let’s go for a walk.
August 30, 2014 by 22 Comments
Sleeping in August with the covers on
August 26, 2014 by 20 Comments
Monday Morning Wake-up Call: Huh? What?
May 19, 2014 by 24 Comments
Tuesday Morning Wake-Up Call: Way too soon…
February 18, 2014 by 22 Comments
It’s been a very long day for sleepy here and for me…
December 5, 2013 by 23 Comments
“A female Amethyst-throated Sunangel (Hummingbird) sleeps in Peru. It’s likely that this bird is in the early stages of arousal from deep torpor after disturbance. The gaping of the bill might be a way to breath deeply and bring in plenty of oxygen. When they are disturbed in torpor, they try to warm up as quickly as possible and that involves intense shivering. But initially, they are too cold for high-speed muscle action so it’s hard to see the shivering movements. The high pitched squeaking sound it is making is likely a cute side-effect of the gaping for oxygen. The noise is actually a lot more quiet than it seems, for whatever reason my camera picked it up and made it sound a lot louder. This experiment was performed with the guidance and supervision of some of the top experts in tropical ornithology. This bird was not harmed whatsoever, it was fed with sugar water throughout the experiment and was released safely. After the experiment was done, I watched the bird fly away myself, it was fine.”
Monday Morning Wake-Up Call: Still tucked in…
October 7, 2013 by 37 Comments
Live & Learn 