Sunday, October 14, 2012
Things I Cannot Read Aloud
I cannot read some things aloud. There are some ideas so sacred that my voice quavers and tears fill my eyes to the point I cannot see to read. I have tried so many times to read certain passages to my children and students but to no avail. One verse comes to mind:
“- - - Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" *
This has always been my vision of America. It stands in stark contrast to much of our history; especially today when so many demonize so called “illegal immigration”. However to me this is the essence of America.
* Poet Emma Lazarus "The New Colossus" engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the Statue of Liberty
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Kandinsky & Physics
Early in his career he begins with the familiar portrayal of nature that our senses perceive and gradually moves to the world our senses can never perceive: a vision of the actual world: one which we can never grasp with our senses and can only partially imagine. A world only artists and dreamers can see.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Burn all "holy" books!
Let us seek god, if one exists, in spirit, without books or idols.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
What is a Dog?
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
What am I?
How can I feel so real and yet be disappearing, dying? Maybe that's because I AM REAL! Maybe I am the only real thing because I AM NOT A PHYSICAL THING.
Speaking of the physical world Heisenberg said: “There's nothing there.” Whatever I am, I am not physical. I am not matter – I'm pretty sure at this time, that, whatever I am, I am not the stuff my body is made of.*
* I must give Steve Grand credit for my thinking on this concept. I ran across his blog when I was in New Zealand last fall and have followed him ever since.