Well, I believe in myself, I can hardly doubt my own existence.
After a little thought I decided to rejoin SW (not by popular demand I might add......😀) after closing my original account. After much soul searching (please allow for my rather whimsical sense of humour) I came up with the name of Dharmabump, the "p" added for various reasons.
After a few surreptitious posts under my new identity - including a grilling by sree251 - I realised that deception of such nature is not in me. So here I am, Dharmabump. Or TelegramSam. What's in a name.....a rose etc etc etc
I'm rather enjoying my new incarnation.
Here I am, On The Road so to speak, with Asian friends...
The moon and sun are eternal travelers. Even the years wander on. A lifetime adrift in a boat or in old age leading a tired horse into the years, every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.
(Basho)
All the best to you all. And contrary to claims, accusations, judgements, of others, I do mean it.
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Did you base your name on the Jack Kerouac novel? One of my favourites!
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@ArtieKat Well, I relate to the Dharma, and I have dipped into "On the Road". So the name was in the air. Yes, some good ideas in the novel.
I kept a few cyber-notes from an Introduction to the book. Just to share them (you might already have these)
What is life? What does it mean to be alive when death, the shrouded stranger, is gaining at your heels? Will God ever show his face? Can joy kick darkness? This quest is interior, but the lessons of the road, the apprehended magic of the American landscape described like a poem, are applied to illuminate and amplify the spiritual journey. Kerouac writes to be understood; the road is the path of life and life is a road.
On the Road asks that people find the beauty in failed journeys, in the discovery of personal excess, in feeling the sting of limits, but these are the boundaries around which humanness is constructed. Labels, on the other hand, can sometimes evacuate the presence of that which they attempt to contain.
What is electrifying about the novel is the idea that God, self-realization, and a transforming freedom are out there, through the window where you sit confined at school or at work, maybe where the city ends or just over that next hill. This makes the heart thump and the blood beat in your ears. A religious seeker and a writer of dreams and visions, Kerouac is a source in that sense, if you are fixed on seeking answers, and once that kind of light goes on in your house it’s likely to stay on and you’ll always be looking
(All above by Howard Cunnell from his essay "Fast This Time – Jack Kerouac and the Writing of On the Road")
