So this old girl (16 in March) got her new meds and top up jabs (oh, and treat or two from the vet) this morning as well as getting dragged around town, so a well earned rest is in order.


Can’t believe I’ve only just now been introduced to the amazing Lola Young, thanks to my wife who has impeccable taste.

I love this track in particular.


Our unconscious exerts itself on us whether we want it to or not. Indeed, the degree to which we think our life is guided by our so-called conscious free will is bordering on delusional.


“Both men are conspicuous for the degree to which they still resemble children, having retained a juvenile sense of entitlement, recklessness, and self-absorption. Both are already cautionary tales about the corrupting influences of fame, wealth, and power—even as they continue to achieve new heights.”

The cult of the bully


“You can’t define a person. You can’t sum anyone up. Life is non-summative—it is infinite.”

— James Low


The Dark Enlightenment is now happening, live.


There is no avoiding anything. Everything reaches you in the end.


“The real truth, that dare not speak itself, is that no one is in control. Absolutely no one.”

— Terence McKenna


“Original experience has not been interpreted for you, and so you’ve got to work out your life for yourself. Either you can take it or you can’t.”

— Joseph Campbell


What we are does not exist in language. Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.


In every fleeting moment question and answer are the same thing.


“We shall not cease from exploration

And the end of all our exploring

Will be to arrive where we started

And know the place for the first time.

Through the unknown, remembered gate

When the last of earth left to discover

Is that which was the beginning;

At the source of the longest river

The voice of the hidden waterfall

And the children in the apple-tree

Not known, because not looked for

But heard, half-heard, in the stillness

Between two waves of the sea.

Quick now, here, now, always—

A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

And all shall be well and

All manner of thing shall be well

When the tongues of flames are in-folded

Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.”

— T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets


Tonight is Severance night. Loved Season 1 and I’m carrying on watching it but I’m beginning to kind of sort of not care.

Brilliant premise, no doubt, but I find myself getting bored in these characters’ company.


To bastardise/ rewrite Alan Watts:

“Poetry is perhaps our greatest folly. The art of saying what cannot be said.”


Maturity, at any age, is nothing more than realising that both you and life are not what you thought they were and then accepting them exactly as they are.


“If one is looking for final answers and somehow, unfortunately, finds them, that is religion, not wisdom, and blessed indeed is s(he) who knows the difference.”

— Robert Saltzman


Feel I have to give another shout out to The Kissing of Kissing: Poems (Multiverse) by Hannah Emerson.

Picked it up this morning and was, yet again, blown away…


“When we live our life as a whole, there is no longer an aspect that gets singled out as ‘suffering’.

— Barry Magid, Ordinary Mind Zendo


And suddenly the smallest mounds became hills to die on…