Tag: philosophy

October 18, 2016

“Blurtso looks to the future”

The future, thought Blurtso, doing his best to understand the idea. What could that be? Something that has not happened and is not happening and may not happen but will happen in a present that is not this present. Hmm, a present that is not this present. Where does this present end and the next present begin? If I found that point, would that be the future? Blurtso did not have a very big brain, but even he knew that such a point would never be found. There is only one present, he said with confidence, even I know that.

August 13, 2016

“Blurtso considers enlightenment”

Enlightenment is the ability to be what you already are.

August 12, 2016

“Blurtso can’t help but notice”

Hmm, thought Blurtso, I never noticed that before…
now I suppose I’ll never not notice it again.

June 19, 2016

“Ditto finds a pencil” (II)

Well, said Virginia, no one in Concord is missing a pencil. No, said Ditto, they looked at us like we were crazy. I guess people don’t use pencils anymore, said Virginia. No, said Ditto, I guess not. What’ll we do with it? said Virginia. If we save it, said Ditto, it might become an antique. An antique? said Virginia. Yes, said Ditto, like putt putt boats, cassette tapes, and common courtesy. And people would travel for miles to see it? said Virginia. Yes, said Ditto, and we’d keep it behind glass, and rent headphones to explain its history. So the tourists would know what to think? said Virginia. Yes, said Ditto, and realize how important it is, and not complain about the admission fee. Visitors would come to Concord from all over the world! said Virginia. Yes, said Ditto, they would.

June 7, 2016

“Morton’s Pond” (VII)

“Sounds” – Birds. More birds. And the sound of the wind. I don’t know how something you can’t see can make so much sound.

May 30, 2016

“Blurtso finds a cave”

Hey, what’s this?

I wonder where it leads?

Maybe it leads to the center of the earth…

…and maybe I’ll learn something I could never learn
in the light of day, something without words
and without appearance….

something… that embraces and erases…

… me

May 13, 2016

“Blurtso takes a trip” (XVI)

What is it in Venice that makes us feel we have been transported in time? Is it the ancient buildings and bridges, the palaces with their frescoes and the moss-lined canals? Is it the smooth-worn stones or the fountains of the piazze? Is it the stillness of the water and the echoing barcarole? No, it is rather the simple sound of voices and footsteps, heard, as if for the first time, in a city without engines, in a civilized world before the automobile.