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Reflections at night when the dark is good and we see further. A short meditation.
"A silent conjunction between what one thinks and what has been thought."



parables

Brief Tales on a Whim.
There is nothing more pitiful than the storyteller without his stories.



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Meditations on the 60th Anniversary of Hiroshima What would the end of the world entail? Do we boast that we can imagine such a thing?


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In the apprenticeship period hopes are high.
"But then, who will save us from our own crimes?"


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The Mud Hut Dialogs

THE SHORT, HAPPY HISTORY OF A WRITING LIFE by David Eide:


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KINGS

That period in which all experience, love, friendship, travels here and there, angers, fight are King. And then the intellect is King, the ruler and all things, experiences, faces, sounds come under its rule and ordered with the great hand. And the King went out into the mysterious outer land to find the laws of his own misrule. And from his own misrule into the alien lands where his rule meant nothing. The confusions he had to move through! This is where he met the world. And the King saw the world as a wicked placed to conjure so all situations simply to be overrun with the beauty of his brain.

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Early on I ran into two predominant types of people. One was a social person surrendering to convention and opinion. And the other was a psychological person who abstracted everything within himself to protest against convention and gain a kind of supercilious personal identity. The drive of these two conventions is the desire for power and again, the desire for immortality.

The conventional person surrendered to objects of convention and believed them to extend into the future where his or her personality could re-enact itself through the convention.

The psychological person surrendered to advance thought believing the same thing. And this one further believed that a kind of equilibrium in the present confers immortality.

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The frustrations of being a human being at this stage, with all its expansive techniques and all its variety unable to consummate even one desire to bring life to its ripe and profound richness.

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