Pavel Somov's Blog, page 31

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Passenger of the Universe

Swallow the Sun

(No Subject)

Why isn't water wetter? Why isn't water less wet? Why am I not fearlessly fearful and fearfully fearless?

(No Subject)

When star-gazing, notice space as well.

Active Contentment

There are days, like today, when, on a walk with my dog, wrapped into a restless blanket of a balmy breeze, my mind sways along with countless blades of grass around my self-walking feet. In a moment like this, I am not moving, I am being moved. In a moment I have zero interest in the past: I would not want to trade in a moment of present for any day of the past, whether I rocked it or bombed it; I know there is absolutely no point in trying to re-live anything. And in a moment like this, I have almost zero interest in the future. I used to read about moments like this - for example, in Knut Hamsun's Pan - and I used to wonder about how to get there. And I have gradually realized: it's not about getting there, it's about getting here. I feel neither bored nor desirous: I feel like I've had enough, had plenty, had a lot. In a moment like this I want absolutely nothing - and that's exactly what I want: nothing! No, it's not some kind of passive suicidality; on the contrary, it's active contentment.

No Core, Just Living Surface

(No Subject)

I support many an illusion. Mostly not my own.

Unintended Daoism: Stay on Trail, Nature is at Work

The Call of the Owl

4am-ish, awake, I read, at random, an ancient Japanese occult story about a man and his son hearing the call of the three-jeweled owl in the middle of the night as these two pilgrims bid their time in a Buddhist temple having no place to lodge. As a boy scout in a tent with a flash-light, I myself look for a connection between these fictional men and my own mind. The three-jeweled owl calls out: Buddha, dharma, sangha and I realize that I have been hiding behind my introversion. I have never valued sangha. Forgetting that the river of introversion is poisonous, I keep scooping up handfuls of isolation. What thirst I for?