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Oh what a lazy blogger. Here are some Flickr photos.

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They are blue.

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. . .he speaks of the possibility of writing a monograph on the color blue, beginning with the pastels of Rosalba Carriera and the special blue of the eighteenth century, whereupon he mentions Cezanne's "very unique blue." In the course of the letters he produces a series of variations of this blue, forumlations whose expressive power exceeds everything that has ever been said about this color.

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Once in a great while it does snow here. . .

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"Make a child a painting and he'll be happy for a day. Teach a child to paint and he'll be miserable for a lifetime." (Christopher Willard)

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Pecker: Art's everywhere.Shelly: Yeah, here in my endless bags of dirty laundry.Pecker: It is if you think about it.Shelly: What? In the brilliant green of a grass stain?Pecker: Yes. That's art.Shelly: The subtle yellow of a urine-soaked sheet?Pecker: Yeah, yeah. Keep going. It's what you see every day.Shelly: The aqua blue of cold water as it dilutes a violent red bloodstain?Pecker: Oh, you got

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"The human brain is not an organ of thinking, but an organ of survival like claw and fangs. It is made in such a way as to make us accept as truth that which is only advantage." ~ Albert Szent-Györgi

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We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep. I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so to make a few objects

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"Things change a lot." "Within a blink a mountain flattens and a river dries up. Nobody knows who he'll become tomorrow."A character in a story by Yiyun Li - and . . .

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If there was a better way to go then it would find meI can't help it, the road just rolls out behind meBe kind to me or treat me meanI'll make the most of it, I'm an extraordinary machineSinger/songwriter Fiona Apple

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"Life is free. It's the shipping and handling that cost."From Gurustu.

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"A life of reaction is a life of slavery, intellectually and spiritually. One must fight for a life of action not reaction." --Rita Mae BrownI don't know where this quote is from. It's referenced many places on the Internet, but I couldn't find a real citation -- nothing beyond the Rita Mae Brown. So much for Internet "information." Smells good though.

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I began this blog with a caution from Thomas Merton about the dangers of allowing oneself to be carried away by too many concerns (Heart: Busy), and find myself ending it for that very reason. It's time to clean the pool of my life so I can dive in and come up to the light of day refreshed instead of being covered with leaves and debris. The sages (see column right), advise us to ask the

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I realized that most thoughts are impersonal happenings, like self-assembling machines. Unless we train ourselves, the thoughts passing through our mind have little involvement with our will. It is strange to realize that even our own thoughts pass by like scenery out the window of a bus, a bus we took by accident while trying to get somewhere else. Most of the time, thinking is an autonomous

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Again from Osho: You ask: Why can't I see any meaning in life? What meaning are you looking for? You must be looking for a certain meaning. You will not find it -- because from the very beginning your inquiry is polluted, your inquiry is impure. You have already decided. For example, if a man comes into my garden and thinks if he can find a diamond there then this garden is beautiful, and he

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From Quotations from Chuang Tzu, by Thomas Merton:Seeing the lightLook at this window: it is nothing but a hole in the wall, but because of it the whole room is full of light. So when the faculties are empty, the heart is full of light.(4:1, pp. 77-78)

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From Glimpse in the Gaps in Your Vision, in Mind Hacks: Tips and Tools for Using Your Brain, by Tom Stafford and Matt Webb: "Despite the fact that the eye has a blind spot, an uneven distribution of color perception, and can make out maximal detail in only a tiny area at the center of vision, we still manage to see the world as an uninterrupted panorama. The eye jumps about from point to point,

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From Birocco, December 02, 04: I remain convinced to this day that in all likelihood I have only an illusion of choice, which of course I have to exercise in even the most trivial of situations. This is probably why I like so much being in situations where there is nothing for me to have to decide, where decision is taken out of my hands, such as being on a long river journey. That life is fated

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Column AColumn B TaoJim Clatfelter's Headless Tao-- a non-dualitic version thisspaceintentionallyleft blank Words and names are not the way They can't define the absolute It's better that you look within Hold your tongue and just be mute Look within and look out too You will not find a separation Out there you see appearance Within you see origination Look within with wonder At emptiness and

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Found on The Mystic Missal: Tanzan and Ekido were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was still falling. Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross the intersection. "Come on, girl," said Tanzan at once. Lifting her into his arms, he carried her over the mud. Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging

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From Richard Rose's list of obstacles to transcendental efforts -- Forms of Rationalization (177):That we will be able to do the thing better at a later date. Procrastination.That we will ride the tide of humanity into heaven.That the social services or "good works" have spiritual gain.That the gods have ears. Salvation through prayers.That the gods have noses and eyes. Incense and

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Understanding? Awareness? Hah! What did your work for Nestlé look like? It was really to tell them, for example, that the Japanese don't have a first imprint of coffee. What first imprint they have is tea. And so when you go into this category, in what we call taxonomy, mental taxonomy, it's like a mental category they have, and you cannot compete with this category. So you have to create the

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Howard Finch character's soliloquy from movie Network: "We deal in illusions, man. None of it is true. But you people sit there day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds. We're all you know. You're beginning to believe the illusions we're spinning here. You're beginning to think that the tube is reality and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you. You

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From Osho: Life in itself has no meaning. Life is an opportunity to create meaning. Meaning has not to be discovered: it has to be created. You will find meaning only if you create it. It is not lying there somewhere behind the bushes, so you can go and you search a little bit and find it. It is not there like a rock that you will find. It is a poetry to be composed, it is a song to be sung, it

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From the Weekly Wisdom Journal of ShantiMayi, #26, November 5, 2004: Divisive thoughts do not separate us from truth. . . in the same way that a spider's thread does not divide space. . . dedication to "Truth" reveals "Truth" as it really is

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From today's Daily Dig from The Bruderhof Communities: Before the Genuine Can Appear Hans Scholl This war (like all major wars) is fundamentally spiritual. I sometimes feel as if my puny brain is the battleground for all these battles. I can’t remain aloof because there’s no happiness for me in so doing, because there’s no happiness without truth—and this war is essentially a war about truth.

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A pre-Election Day story: Two Wolves An grandfather said to his grandson who came to him with anger at a friend who had done him an injustice, "Let me tell you a story. I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do. But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy. It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I

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And now some words of understanding from a local boy. (OK, so he never lived here, but he is buried in Rockville): Amory, sorry for them, was still not sorry for himself—art, politics, religion, whatever his medium should be, he knew he was safe now, free from all hysteria—he could accept what was acceptable, roam, grow, rebel, sleep deep through many nights.... There was no God in his heart

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From Ending Biblical Brainwash by George Dworsky: Imagine that you're a psychiatrist. A new patient comes to see you and says that he regularly talks to an invisible being who never responds, that he reads excerpts from one ancient book and that he believes wholeheartedly that its contents must be accepted implicitly, if not taken literally. The patient goes on to say that that the world is

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As Once the Winged Energy of Delight by Rainer Maria Rilke As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood's dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the great arch of unimagined bridges. Wonders happen if we can succeed in passing through the harshest danger; but only in a bright and purely granted achievement can we realize the wonder. To work with Things in the

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"Remember to BREATHE" I took this picture at a peaceful landing pad in the California desert: Rimrock Ranch Cabins, which is for sale and sadly I cannot afford it. Perhaps the next time it goes on the market. . . But the advertising copy brings a chuckle, "This is the perfect development opportunity for a yoga/spiritual retreat, upscale spa destination...". This place currently has several

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From Wired News: People are a Human-Bacteria Hybrid: Most of the cells in your body are not your own, nor are they even human. They are bacterial. From the invisible strands of fungi waiting to sprout between our toes, to the kilogram of bacterial matter in our guts, we are best viewed as walking "superorganisms," highly complex conglomerations of human, fungal, bacterial and viral cells. . . The

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"How do you do Nothing?" asked Pooh, after he had wondered for a long time. "Well, it's when people call out at you just as you're going off to do it: 'What are you going to do, Christopher Robin', and you say, 'Oh, nothing', and then you go and do it". "Oh, I see," said Pooh. "This is a nothing sort of thing that we're doing now". "Oh, I see," said Pooh again. "It means

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From Richard Rose's The Albigen Papers: The robot, from the beginning, was programmed with a catalytic reminder to keep it working. I prefer to call this catalyst an implant. Desire was one. Desire was not an attribute of the mind. The amoeba moves toward pleasant liquids and hurries away from irritating substances. . . So that desire is more of a faculty of the flesh. Another faculty that

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Enough poetry. Time for some eye candy, don't you think? If this is reality too, then what created it?

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Not content in my Realm and heart, I watch the Migrating geese and Covet their purpose. I want no less than the powers Of the changing seasons, And of the laughing girl and Of the honking, flying geese. I want to breathe

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Twice now, Unte Reader has referred to my 'burb as "enlightened". Although I can't say I've been blinded by the light here, and I haven't found the road to Damascus (up New Hampshire Avenue?), it's pretty cool. The name "Takoma" purportedly comes from an Indian expression for "high up near heaven". I thought that was in West Virginia, but maybe the First People found it in here too.From 10

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Migrators

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I visited the First Americans Festival down at the National Mall yesterday. It's part of the celebration for the opening of the National Museum of the American Indian. It awakened me again to the bounty of living in the D.C. area, where you can enjoy celebration and sharing with people of many cultures. Here you get constantly exposed to differences and flavors of humanity, only to constantly

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A dialogue between Kwai Chan Caine and Master Kahn from Steve Geller's quotes of dialogues from the television series, Kung Fu as found at http://www.kungfu-guide.com/overview.html: #60. Kahn: The cobweb is made of silken thread so fine that a puff of breath destroys it. Yet, to the spider it is a secure haven. KCC: Still to me only a cobweb. Kahn: (Blows a cobweb): When the wind blows, a

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You are getting sleepy. . . You are getting sleepy. . . Tomorrow you will practice random acts of reality. . . Tomorrow you will practice random acts of reality. . . Tomorrow you will practice random acts of reality.

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"Time to elect a new precedent" - advice from Swami Beyondananda, author of the new book, Swami for Precedent - A 7-Step Plan to Heal the Body Politic and Cure Electile Disfunction. From Step 7: Don't Get Even, Get Odd!: Here's An Odd Idea: Let's Declare CODE GREEN In the wake of the 9/11 attacks, Americans have been terrorized not just by terrorism, but by the war on terrorism. Our Department

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We gazed down the beach at Bellows Field Beach Park mesmerized by the "Thomas-Kinkade-does-Hawaii" sight of golden light waning on the green, lush Koolau Mountains. "Beautiful." "Ummmm." "Yes, it's wonderful." "Yes. . . it's very healing." Everyone murmered, "yes". In silent,reflexive rebellion I wondered to myself, "Healing? What ails? What needs healing?". Yet I know that something does

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Three Trees - Valley of The Temples, Oahu, HI Four Leaves - Botanic Garden, Washington, DC

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"Do we think or do we only think that we think?" (Richard Rose, June 1955, Deposition on Conclusion of Life's Philosphy, found at: http://www.selfdiscoveryportal.com/arDeposition.htm

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One fine day at Bellows Air Force Station Beach, Waimanalo Bay (as in "Paris, London, Waimanalo"), Oahu: Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus. From the mountain you see the

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Maybe a new kind of advertisement can help? http://www.selfknowledge.org/events/immortalcombat.ram (Opens in RealPlayer.) From: http://www.selfknowledge.org/events/tennant_before.htm

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Count the black dots (or here: http://208.56.173.213/learningctr/dots2.htm): From the Institute of General Semantics site:http://208.56.173.213/learningctr/dots3.htm If we 'see' black dots when there are only white dots ... what else do we 'see' that's not there? At home, at work, in our relationships, among friends, etc. Can you recall a situation in which you saw what wasn't there; heard what

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Want ad in the Washington Post last week for an opening on the Post staff: Lifestyle Designer RESPONSIBILITIES The designer will work with managers and producers, representatives from sales, marketing, and technology, as well as other designers to build and evolve content and products. Having one would certainly relieve some of the burden on my monkey-mind.

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Consider the lilies of the pond. . . Lotus - Brookside Gardens, Wheaton, MD They grow from the mud, but they are not mud-covered. Seek first the sun above and the showers will cleanse you and make you splendid to behold. Remember yourself though, because your roots and seeds always depend on the mud. But don't worry about any of it — — it's all taken care of.

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From: Remember The Sabbath, by Wayne Muller, at http://www.spiritwalk.org/muller.htm#writings: As Brother David Steidl-Rast reminds us, the Chinese pictograph for "busy" is composed of two characters: heart and killing. THOMAS MERTON: There is a pervasive form of contemporary violence... [and that is] activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most

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