To give it power
To give it power
Focus on your dis-ease
:- Doug.
Enjoying Campbell’s Hero. It is taking me to deeper places, to the unknown silence, to the mind “continually insulted and shocked out of the assurance that now, at last, it has understood,” to seeing the sun and moon and stars as eyes of the heavens, to the sea of night that refreshes, to the timeless void out of which all flows and to which all flows again, to larger, larger, to O Wonderful, O Wonderful, O Wonderful.
:- Doug.
Destiny, hope, faith, mystery. Those, of humankind and the cosmos in toto, are what we explore in eldering.
:- Doug.
The boon that I bring you you will not be able to understand until you reach an age when it cannot possibly do you any good in this world. Do you know what I mean by “this world?” You cannot. I do not mean earth now and heaven later. I do not refer to politics nor partisans. I mean a way of being beyond a way of thinking. I mean earth and ashes, blood and beer, infused with, set afire by, enfolded in, cosmos. No. You cannot know.
:- Doug.
Is age simply a waiting to die?
Is retirement for playing all day?
Or maybe for non-doing something?
:- Doug.