Sunday, August 22, 2004

I have only my dreams

Yeats wrote it best, "tread softly because you tread on my dreams

"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Spirituality: a crock?

If I had to assess myself honestly, I would say that my life is rife with pragmatism. Yet, something I've always advocated and believed in are the concepts of spirituality and soul. Here are excerpts from a letter that I had written to a friend:

Is it a little too new-age, too self-indulgent narcissistic meaningless search for transcendent experiences, too Oprah-remembering-your-spirit craptacular for you? I like the amorphous quality of spirituality and soul. Can we really define it, pinpoint it down to a few words, do we even want to? Realistically, wouldn’t it mean different things to different people, it’s so damn elusive and subjective. The idea of a soul is not that puzzling to me, perhaps, my own ideology is very simplistic. Spirituality involves the non-physical, non-biological, the soul, the need for a deep connection with life and others. Damn, that’s a pretty dismal attempt at articulating what I mean.

Ok let me try again. The derivation of the word is from the Latin “spiritus”, which literally means "breath," so I equate spirituality as a metaphor for the breath of life. You know all those feelings of awe, joy, wonder; things that manifest the spirtual such as love, sunsets, music, stars, poetry, the arts, literature, freedom, or whatever takes your fancy. Science provides us with knowledge that these experiences are triggered by the release of endorphins but that knowledge doesn't change the experience itself or make it any less meaningful. We are seized by the power of that experience. And while religion dictates that the spiritual is actually beyond humanity, demanding that we need salvation (pooey to that), I don’t buy it. I think spiritual experiences are grounded in humanity, they may be the most profound experiences, but it is human nonetheless. So our spirits are decidely human, just not in the biological sense.

Does that make sense? I don't know but I feel (albeit rather abstractly) that it's impossible to deny our spirituality as we would be denying our humanity?

Man, I'm like.... deep :p

In other news, last night I went to the best Korean BBQ restaurant in Sydney. It is hidden in the most obscure location. When you step in, you're transported to another world.

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

The quiet beauty of sunset...

How beautiful is sunset?

The sunlight fading from the fiery ambers of sunset into a wonderful kaleidoscope of deep brilliant blues and violets of the destined night. I love capturing this gradual transition. And after such beauty, the possibilities and promises of the night hang imminently in the air. I love night time, so magical.

“The stars are forth, the moon above the tops
Of the snow-shining mountains--
Beautiful! I linger yet with Nature, for the night
Hath been to me a more familiar face
Than that of man; and in her starry shade
Of dim and solitary loveliness
I learn'd the language of another world.”

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Weird Latin Phrase

Utinam barbari spatium proprium tuum invadant!

It translates to "may barbarians invade your personal space!"

I'm directing it to myself.

Maybe I should break out into a Lady MacBeth soliloquy?

“Out damned spot! out, I say! One; two. Why then ’tis time to do’t. Hell is murky. Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our pow’r to accompt? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?”