“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.” —William Shakespeare
In many mansions, humble and sublime,
dwell beings at once sentient and divine.
“People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus.”
Am I not myself, alighting birdlike from great heights?
“In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of
being alive without a sense of identity.”
“A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order.” ―Jean-Luc Godard
The time has come, the Rabbit said,
though he had no watch to mind,
to pass through a hole in time,
into a tenseless paradigm.
“Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the Infinite.”
Professional actors change characters like changing costumes.
Gifted amateurs do the same, not only in their dreams.
“Reality is a hallucination shared by most sane men.”
Strain the leash or let the dogs out?
“It is his restraint that is honorable to a person, not their liberty.”
Is there gold in the tongue that I hold?
“Be silent, or say something better than silence.”
“It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do.” ―Jerome K. Jerome
Idling settles the fluttering of the mind, inviting enlightenment.
Here is a koanic assist for beginners:
Three student idlers and their teacher are observing a flag in a breeze.
Each student is asked to describe his or her observation. “…And please
do not observe like a nincompoop,” the teacher warns, giving each
student a rap on the head with a stout rod as their cue to speak.
Student 1 goes, “Ow! I observe the breeze fluttering the flag.
Only a nincompoop would observe otherwise.”
“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.”
“There’s something really appealing about the simplicity of black-and-white images.” ―Joseph Gordon-Levitt
Silent talkies speak the language of black-and-white piano keys striking chords of recognition.
“She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket.”
―Raymond Chandler, Goodbye, My Lovely