Post by HoosierDaddyChigger, I would like see you take a shot at this one. IMO, more
Buddhist than western philosophy.
:)
Mu.
:D
"Words move, music moves
Only in time; but that which is only living
Can only die. Words, after speech, reach
Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern,
Can words or music reach
The stillness, as a Chinese jar still
Moves perpetually in its stillness.
Not the stillness of the violin, while the note lasts,
Not that only, but the co-existence,
Or say that the end precedes the beginning,
And the end and the beginning were always there
Before the beginning and after the end.
And all is always now. Words strain,
Crack and sometimes break, under the burden,
Under the tension, slip, slide, perish,
Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place,
Will not stay still. Shrieking voices
Scolding, mocking, or merely chattering,
Always assail them. The Word in the desert
Is most attacked by voices of temptation,
The crying shadow in the funeral dance,
The loud lament of the disconsolate chimera."
;D
Although I jest, I am completely sincere...remember that of me at
least! But I doubt that anything I can add would shine light upon the
confusion which is reality.
Siaynoq!
One day Qi Gar found an orphan piling up pebbles on the banks of the
River Sanzu and asked him, "Who's yer daddy?"
(According to some scrolls this was right before Little Rabbit FooFoo
bopped him on the head.)