A Spur to the Horse of Thought

The human head, if flipped over and equipped with a handle and maybe a spout of some kind would hold --what? -- less than a gallon of water? Yet, we all know it can hold infinity, really -- with no modifications at all.

With that in mind, I give you this tidbit upon which to meditate; a dish towel out of which to squeeze an ocean, if you will:

There are many ways to live a life.

Now, walk the miles within a postage stamp.

The Shock of Transcendence

The Taoist weirdo.

What they never tell you, these philosophers and spouters of wisdom, is that, if you reach the desirable states that they recommend, you will have officially become a weirdo. You may even question whether your mind is working as it should. Transcendence, for instance, is quite alarming -- not when you manage it once, but when you finally make it part of your life on a daily basis.

Right now I am going through very difficult times outside of my home. I'll leave it sans detail, but it has been heart-breakingly rough over certain intervals.

That said, I'm not suffering much for it. I do wish things were better in this outside-of-the-home situation, but I find myself happy, otherwise. Sure, I would still love to fix what it broken, but I am not, in any way, feeling dragged down by it, in terms of my life. I'd rather these difficult things weren't so, but I do believe I have learned to take the advice of the wise to heart: to keep things in perspective and to give credence to those things that are truly important.