Wednesday, August 04, 2004
magoo - An interesting quote and, I bet - a great read. There are plenty of instances where barnyard critters have portended the catastrophe of an earthquake or some other natural disaster. And though I might argue that we humans can be clueless at times - even compared to the brain of a chicken, I see no reason why we shouldn't share in as many natural gifts as our furred and feathered friends. Could it be that we only seem more blinded than they, perhaps by the light of our own intellect? When talking about cruxes, our own death is a huge one. I'd wager that there is seldom a time in our lives when it is not within our sights. In Castaneda's view, our death stalks us. What are the "snapping twigs" or "guttural groans"- real or imagined, to which we should hearken? And where is the greater risk? If we step back from that which is pure fantasy, what measure of life have we lost. But if we forge on into the fearsome face of reality, and inevitably to our death, did we not live the better for it? In these matters, like so many topics that surround the summits we haunt, the superficial must first be revealed, and then abandoned. Ultimately, the soul is private. So, without fail, it takes with it whatever it is that one beholds in the final moment, leaving the rest of us behind the door, sentenced to complete our own journey.
