Blog#98: A Romance By Any Other Name
Part One
War had been declared.
He never thought it would happen here. Not here. He always considered this a safe little enclave in a military world. But no. And the occasional sound of fighter planes roaring low across the sky, their force rocking the building, bore witness to the new reality.
No-one seemed to . . .
Blog#97: Eternal Round....
Part One
Slowly he manoeuvres himself over to the edge of the bed, then lowers his feet and legs into the footwear waiting below; effortfully hauling himself up and into vertical position, he eventually shuffles across the bedroom floor, and looks out of the window into the early morning.
"What's happening in the Matrix . . .
Blog#96: Volterra
Part One
I've written about this before. About how the participants in the 'Italian Renaissance' had no awareness whatsoever of the history-shaping movement that they were helping to create. 'Italian Renaissance' would have been a concept entirely foreign to them.
The closest we get to any coherent expression of the idea . . .
Interview
There is another blog post in the pipeline, but it's all very slow. So in the meantime, here's a link to an excellent (in my opinion) interview with Howdie Mickoski from very recently. He covers a great deal of ground in an hour interview, and includes much of what he has to say about the matrix, escaping the prison, and so on. I feel that . . .
Blog#95: Journey to the Sun
Part One
One summer in the late 1980s, I'm not sure which, I had time on my hands. I had finally managed to wriggle out of most of my official responsibilities at the Buddhist Centre, and I had nothing lined up as replacement. It was a cool, damp summer in London, and I took the opportunity to type up the text I had written . . .
Blog#94: A Jumble of Words
Not literature. Not poetry. No claims to artistic merit. Not anything. Just a jumble of words that came out, possibly attempting to communicate something or another. That's all.
1.
Fifty five. We thought we would always be fifty five.
A camp by the loch. Silent, aside from the rustle of plastic in the breeze, . . .
Blog#93: Evolve or Die
Part One
I am going to discuss and quote bits from Howdie Mickoski's book 'Falling for Truth'. Although some of the details vary, there are many approximations to my current state of affairs and of being.
It concerns a section where he discusses 'Losing the Human Form'; take that as you will. It's an expression . . .
