Occasional musing of a recovering fundamentalist. "Knowing" (γιγνώσκω) appears rooted, not in honesty and thoughtfulness, but in anxiety, ego and greed. Against this, we must beat retreat (ἄγνωστος). Here, unmarked waypoints, mundane and profane. Not an upheld lotus blossom! More, the slow peeling of a rather ancient onion. (A click, enlarges images.)
16 June 2006
Evening Koans
The flowered tree is not well hidden. That shorn, stands between.
Avoid their noisy markings. Our Paraclete, quiet Chaos.
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