And just like that it's the 10th day of the month already
Silence is golden, while asleep I had no sound, this is crucial for someone who's privy to a multitudinous array of things.
These deep thoughts never ever come out right when i'm typing, and typing is and will ever be my best chance of getting those thoughts out.
However even if I were able to do it, it wouldn't make much of a difference, for witness the cornucopia of expertly expressed ideas and thoughts from now down the centuries, and a fat lot of good that does the common soul stuck in the muck and mire of the now.
In silence, and with a sense of purpose you can at a leisurely pace do something akin to filing, let's say your mind is a library, and it's one of those with all the cards, the Dewey Decimal System if I'm correct, well if your mind is like mine, all those cards are scattered all over the place, many hiding between the covers of volumes that are themselves hidden from the demons.
The demons in this scenario are the creations of your own misguided efforts, the things you carelessly did without a thought for the morrow, those things come back to bite!
And so with daily, or nightly sessions of pure golden silence as a reassuring facet of the regular way of things, then whenever you do what you always claim to be the best things, like reading, listening to someone read, and so on, the information is magnetized towards their proper place.
With habit forming schedules, a well ordered mind emerges, and all of this is elementary, what really matters is how you use what you got. I don't fare too well in this department, i'm closing into my 50s, and I'm on a functional level not even legal drinking age!!
But to be maudlin and reproachful is even worse than being careless, for careless is a distant cousin of carefree, and carefree is in some respects the shiny ideal, what mystics and madmen all pine after, to feel something click inside that releases all the tension, so you can be like cooked spaghetti, books the sauce, wisdom the meatballs.
These deep thoughts never ever come out right when i'm typing, and typing is and will ever be my best chance of getting those thoughts out.
However even if I were able to do it, it wouldn't make much of a difference, for witness the cornucopia of expertly expressed ideas and thoughts from now down the centuries, and a fat lot of good that does the common soul stuck in the muck and mire of the now.
In silence, and with a sense of purpose you can at a leisurely pace do something akin to filing, let's say your mind is a library, and it's one of those with all the cards, the Dewey Decimal System if I'm correct, well if your mind is like mine, all those cards are scattered all over the place, many hiding between the covers of volumes that are themselves hidden from the demons.
The demons in this scenario are the creations of your own misguided efforts, the things you carelessly did without a thought for the morrow, those things come back to bite!
And so with daily, or nightly sessions of pure golden silence as a reassuring facet of the regular way of things, then whenever you do what you always claim to be the best things, like reading, listening to someone read, and so on, the information is magnetized towards their proper place.
With habit forming schedules, a well ordered mind emerges, and all of this is elementary, what really matters is how you use what you got. I don't fare too well in this department, i'm closing into my 50s, and I'm on a functional level not even legal drinking age!!
But to be maudlin and reproachful is even worse than being careless, for careless is a distant cousin of carefree, and carefree is in some respects the shiny ideal, what mystics and madmen all pine after, to feel something click inside that releases all the tension, so you can be like cooked spaghetti, books the sauce, wisdom the meatballs.
46-50, M
