“Sometimes, when I think of all the time I have spent not learning to do things …” W. Faulkner, Sanctuary, Random House (1958), p. 118.
[Re-Posted from The Old Site, original dd. 16-07-2008. Just keeping the flow. Trying to have more posts than hits and looking increasingly better on that scale.]
Living is learning. Simple, isn’t it? Simple, except in real life, where one is expected to perform and when one is caught up in desires or expectations (like rewards for our performance). Continue reading
“I remember how when I was young I believed death to be a phenomenon of the body; now I know it to be merely a function of the mind – and that of the minds of the ones who suffer the bereavement. The nihilists say it is the end; the fundamentalists, the beginning; when in reality it is no more than a single tenant or family moving out of a tenement or a town.” William Faulkner, The best of Faulkner, The Reprint Society of London (1955), p. 23.
[Re-posted from The Old Site original dd. 01/05/08. A tremendous sadness has come over me and it is as if somebody has left me; somebody that was in a sense: me. This sadness is overwhelming, but it is not without great joy in the appreciation that the future cannot be as the past was.]
I’ll let you in on a little secret: I believe in an after-life. Weird, ain’t it? It takes a lot of imagination to picture an agnostic believer in the after-life. Luckily, I’m here to help you out a bit, & William is here to help me out a bit.