Posts Tagged ‘ pithyism ’

Question of Essence

2011.01.17
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DO YOU PRACTICE AN ART form, or a life form?

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Pithyism #xxiii

2011.01.14
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ONCE YOU REALIZE THAT YOU’RE not (insert your favorite author here), you can begin to make your own good things.

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Pithyism #65

2011.01.10
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MATURITY IS ALSO REALIZING THAT life is less about doing stuff than it is about the stuff you do; less about filling, and more about what it’s filled with.

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Pithyism #70

2010.12.28
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O! THAT WE COULD LEARN by advice that which can only be learned through experience.

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Pithyism #12

2010.12.26
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YOU’RE BETTER OFF THAN MOST if your dinner worries concern what, rather than whether, to eat.

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Pithyism #24

2010.12.23
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A GOOD DAY IS ONE in which the artist heaves a stone and the ripples wash up smiles and murmurs.

(Or, put another way, “Blessed be the One who makes the makers.” I don’t know that one needs to “believe” in a “Creator” (or even a “creator”) for that metaphor to work. I hope not. A friend who’s a nurse speaks of the contention-avoiding “Design Group,” which both sounds cool and works well whether you take literally “impersonal forces,” Genesis 1:26 or anything in between. It’s a fine sport to find the universal metaphor embodying the idea of First Cause-ness outside of a specific agency, or even necessity. The Talmud attributes the creation of miracles to the evening of the last day of Creation itself — miracles as nothing more than well-timed and -intended natural occurrences — to which someone added “Including (blacksmith) tongs, which were made with tongs.” When I speak of First Causenesslessness, or even God, it is to just this sort of chicken-or-egg, we’re-all-here-now paradoxical origin as shrouded in mystery as the moment the first fish slithered ashore into the evolutionary chain. Somewhere or somewhen is a moment past which everything was different: the tongs were used, the chicken hatched, the amphibian evolved. It really doesn’t matter what we call it. What matters is that creating puts your hands on the moment of creation (or, if you like, the Moment of Creation). It brings something into the world that wasn’t there before — among other things, beauty, solidified intent, and self-evidence of simple existence.)

(None of which, unfortunately, fits on a bumpersticker. Ah, conciseness! thou’rt a fickle mistress.)

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Pithyism #6-7/8

2010.12.20
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EVERYBODY IS A BIT LOONY, until you understand their reasons.

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Pithyism #38N122W

2010.12.14
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NOTHING HAPPENS IN THE WORLD without someone from Sonoma County being involved in some way. (Those who know, know.)

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Pithyism #50+

2010.12.13
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BEFORE SOME CRUCIAL POINT, A man must honestly, truly, sincerely realize that those cute wiggly chicks really are his daughter’s age.

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Pithyism #0.0

2010.12.09
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IF YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR Truth, It’s somewhere It shouldn’t be.

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Of Relativity

2010.12.08
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“WE ARE BUT A MOMENT’S starlight” — but some moments seem longer than others.

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Those Two Little Words I Long To Hear

2010.12.04
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“THEY’VE LANDED.”

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