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Sunday, 25 October 2015

It is what it is.

Sun shining through hazy cloud.
Always there sometimes obscured.
Depends how you see the world.
The dream I thought I would remember seems to have slipped through the net.

I seem to find myself doing what dad did, writing out recipes, not recipes but gardening books. That's what I have decided my next project is. To make gardening journal. I always said they were formulaic when you have read 20 or so then you could recite one so here goes in a bit...
Cinquain first;

Cinquain

Aching
sorry for loss
comfort in memory
smell of the pipe in the kitchen
walk on.

50

Can it come upon me so late
dystopia
wondering where the word came from
let alone in time
hellish future landscape
driven to my shores by ailing spirits
seeking something
some expression 
a warning from the gods
communicated by
a loving father
to his only son
through the holy spirit.

500

Many have been here before me casting their eyes across the empty shells of highly prized concepts. Economics, religion, politics, identity, nature and technology all reduced to ash. The thinking must have led to what in it's wake would follow, where in its wake would the children walk and find something when hope had fled the box.
What would new hope look like and who would care to deem it necessary amid the ensuing carnage? Would it arise in me and where are its seeds? It would be best to find them now before it's too late and death wreaks havoc upon the world I currently inhabit.
Conscience consciousness developing here in this space time before the eschaton. Another world comes to mind exactly as the first and they are both intimately linked and perhaps reflect my reflections.
Is it a warning somehow of what is round the corner?
There is a feeling that it is so.
If I put myself in the way of it then surely it will come and make a home in me, just as surely as Jesus said, John 14:1-31 see especially verse 23-4 "If a man loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him." (RSV)
Notice with him not in him as I had previously thought. 
Making a home with...
A man cannot serve two masters Matthew 6:24. Therefore verse 34b "Sufficient to the day is the evil thereof." (KJV)

Where is all this going then, are you staying that I invented the whole thing?
Well to the extent that all life is and invention, a fiction, you choose the characters the world you in habit your parents and that you have to learn yes.
So it's all just an unfolding saga about which I can do nothing and in which I have no say; the determinists were right all along?
Not exactly. Determinism is itself a construct, part of a paradigm to which people subscribe once they use language and then use it in a specialist way. Effectively this provides a barrier, you have to cross a threshold after which the world is no longer the same.
So it's all an invention?
Well yes, really, unless there is something to which you can point that doesn't run that way.

Plato's cave and the myth of Er. Well worthy of exploration Plato's myths, and the myths of other philosophers and especially those to do with gardening or nature. Now there's a research project of note.

Discovered Charles Dowding's Veg Journal - that might just do the trick for now. 
Labyrinth or maze that is the question Borges or... who knows.
The excitement level is building to possible attachment, best go for a walk to cool my ardour.