2012-12-12 / Musings



“I think that yesterday was a crisis in my life. I finished the first part of Renouvier’s second Essais and see no reason why his definition of free will —”the sustaining of a thought because I choose to when I might have other thoughts” — need be the definition of an illusion. At any rate, I will assume for the present — until next year — that it is no illusion. My first act of free will shall be to believe in free will.”

— William James

“Look, I am sending you out as sheep among wolves. So be as wise as snakes and as innocent as doves.”

— Matthew 10:16

“I slept, but my heart was awake. Then I heard my lover knocking and calling: ‘Open to me, my treasure, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.’”

— Song of Songs 5:2

“On the wings of a snow-white dove he sends his pure sweet love, a sign from above on the wings of a dove.”

— Bob Ferguson YO, bird-dog: do the tails of the tale fit harmonize, coo-coo-ings, or do we need to split this joint finding a nest in there in hear heartening rigor mortise toward tender tenons oh, the song that be the singing with wings a plenty stretched out and unencumbered basking out of baked alas lacking no things and not merely mere rathered universes bubbling foams fermentable fervid maids made in kings’ gongs bye the ground ripple in your early ear reap pitched for solo sounds in the between of this tweening preening watering can be eyes or ayes or azores volcanic aisles first person singular willing azure like that wet sky holding the hawk holding the snake just holding wolf’s bane flowering on roofs easy easel ease wool pulling wolf making yarns beyond defenestration blah baa baa black as night: wolf, sheep, snake dew ragging on the dawn until the clearest early light perfect beyond heavy or treasure or post the day, past the aire way coming home bearing the branch of peace your all heart ¦

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