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.)
14 February 2009
Kimosabe, Zen Master
The Lone Ranger and Tonto are camping in the desert. They set up their
tent and are soon asleep. Some hours later, The Lone Ranger wakes his
faithful friend. "Tonto, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
Tonto replies, "I see millions of stars, Kimosabe."
What does that tell you?" asks The Lone Ranger.
Tonto ponders for a minute. "Astronomically speaking, it tells me
there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets.
Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo. Theologically, it's
evidence that the great Spirit is all-powerful, and we are all small and insignificant. Chronologically, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. What
does it tell you, Kimosabe?"
The Lone Ranger is silent for a moment, then says, "Tonto, you
dumb-ass. Someone has stolen our tent."
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