We let life make us
Most of the time we let life make us. Don’t grieve that. Make life.
:- Doug.
Life is much and less. All and nothing.
:- Doug.
Archive for March 17th, 2017
the smallness of meaning
Is there meaning in the raw, or is it only a human creature? This might be the same question I asked about “the meaning and meaninglessness behind inviting, freeing, engaging? Maybe beyond loving?” Meaning might be a small thing after all. Life and death and bodies and infinity might be the all there is, the “meaning” and “meaninglessness” of it all. Can I accept this stretching?
:- Doug.
Going someplace profound
I would like to go someplace profound; at the same time, my mind is jumpy, wanting to get on to the tasks of the day, serious or trivial.
:- Doug.
