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Tag: There’s a God in My Soup
Religious experience, or at least the experience of religion.
Pithyism #357
ONESELF IS AN INSUFFICIENT TOOL with which to measure the Universe.
The Yad In The Kitchen
IN ONE OF OUR KITCHEN cabinets is a knot shaped like the Hebrew letter “yad.” It’s something we’ve lived with for 11 years but only pondered tonight. According to some of Judaism’s lesser-publicized traditions, “yad” as the first letter of…
Seeing Her
ALL I REMEMBER NOW ARE images, and the intimate passion of an infinite love. I remember the room of globes, of maps of worlds and wonders, soft with pillows and draped scarves. And She was there. And She knew me.…
Why 365 Names of God?
Why not? Well, the folks at Make Something Every Day And Change Your Life (http://makesomething365.blogspot.com/) crossed my path, and where the whim goeth, goeth I. Names are sourced from: 1. Traditional religions 2. Science fiction, fantasy, autobiography or other literature…
Two Hands Clapping
ONE OF ANN‘S & MY favorite gestures is to gently upfling the hands at about shoulder height and exclaim, “How did they do that?” This phrase generally applies to dancers, actors, writers, musicians, singers, comedians, directors and others whose command…
Six Lines, Repeat Until Enlightened
“THIS ‘HAPPINESS’ OF WHICH YOU speak. Can it be induced?” “No. It arises of itself.” “Why?” “Because of everything.” “How?” “When everything falls into place, there is happiness.”
First-Step Messiah
CONSIDERING THE GREAT POTENTIAL CONTAINED in most human beings, and the difficulty we have getting started on projects, perhaps we might accordingly revise our notions of messianism. The Re-(or Un-)born King may not set things right so much as give…
Days Like Doors
THERE ARE DAYS WHICH OPEN into unglimpsed circles that inspire and uplift. And there are days which close the heart like a fist. There are days when the angels sing within range of human ear And days when all you…
“What A Time We Might Have Had”
THE TITLE IS TAKEN FROM a line in Mark Twain’s Roughing It, and it always comes to mind when I hear someone (or myself) voice a semiserious regret. I don’t carry many of these — not out of “holiness;” it…
Warning-Label Zen
A Thought On The “Singularity”
HAVING AWAITED (INSERT PIVOTAL WORLD catalyst here) since I was, at least, 15, I’d like to offer the observation that the Singularity (and similar event-horizons) may be more profitably treated as analogous to the speed of light — infinitely approachable,…