- Nikola Tesla (1856 - 1943)
The Problem of Increasing Human Energy
Saturday, December 11, 2021
We Are All One
Friday, December 10, 2021
Mental Categories
mighty matter,
irresistible march of evolution,
reality ever newborn;
you who, by constantly
shattering our mental categories,
force us to go ever further
and further in our
pursuit of the truth."
- Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881 - 1955)
Hymn of the Universe
Thursday, December 09, 2021
Beyond the Tangible
see with his mind what he
cannot see physically
with his eyes...
Abstract art enables the artist
to perceive beyond the tangible,
to extract the infinite
out of the finite.
It is the emancipation
of the mind.
It is an exploration
into unknown areas."
Tuesday, December 07, 2021
Neither Obverse nor Reverse
encompasses the world and
has neither obverse nor reverse
nor circling nor secret center."
- Jorge Luis Borges (1899 - 1986)
In Praise of Darkness
Sunday, December 05, 2021
A Sea of Forms
"A work of art is an abstract or epitome of the world. It is the result or expression of nature, in miniature. For, although the works of nature are innumerable and all different, the result or the expression of them all is similar and single. Nature is a sea of forms radically alike and even unique. A leaf, a sun-beam, a landscape, the ocean, make an analogous impression on the mind. What is common to them all, — that perfectness and harmony, is beauty. The standard of beauty is the entire circuit of natural forms, — the totality of nature; which the Italians expressed by defining beauty "il piu nell' uno." Nothing is quite beautiful alone: nothing but is beautiful in the whole. A single object is only so far beautiful as it suggests this universal grace. The poet, the painter, the sculptor, the musician, the architect, seek each to concentrate this radiance of the world on one point, and each in his several work to satisfy the love of beauty which stimulates him to produce. Thus is Art, a nature passed through the alembic of man. Thus in art, does nature work through the will of a man filled with the beauty of her first works.
The world thus exists to the soul to satisfy the desire of beauty. This element I call an ultimate end. No reason can be asked or given why the soul seeks beauty. Beauty, in its largest and profoundest sense, is one expression for the universe."
Saturday, December 04, 2021
Slow Time
is not, and soul commingles
with mist, and rock, and light. In time,
soul brings the misty self to be.
Then slow time hardens self to stone
while ever lightening the soul,
till soul can loose its hold of self
and both are free and can return
to vastness and dissolve in light,
the long light after time."
- Ursula K. Le Guin (1929 - 2018)
"How It Seems To Me" in So Far So Good
Friday, December 03, 2021
The Sentinel
"Think of such civilizations,
far back in time against the
fading afterglow of creation,
masters of a universe so
young that life as yet had come
only to a handful of worlds.
Theirs would have been
a loneliness of gods
looking out across infinity
and finding none to
share their thoughts."
Thursday, December 02, 2021
Longing
- Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962)
Wandering
Wednesday, December 01, 2021
Slow Growth
- Alexander Graham Bell (1847 - 1922)
Monday, November 29, 2021
Patterns
but patterns that perpetuate themselves."
- Norbert Wiener (1894 - 1964)
The Human Use of Human Beings: Cybernetics and Society
Saturday, November 27, 2021
Constructions in Space
- Bernhard Riemann (1826 - 1866)
Friday, November 26, 2021
Vuja de
Wednesday, November 24, 2021
Unfathomable Mystery
we won’t ever unravel its secrets.
Thus we must treat the world as it is:
a sheer mystery."
- Carlos Castaneda (1925 - 1998)
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
An Illusion, a Phantom, or a Dream
“So I say to you –
This is how to contemplate our
conditioned existence in this fleeting world:
'Like a tiny drop of dew,
or a bubble floating in a stream;
Like a flash of lightning
in a summer cloud,
Or a flickering lamp, an illusion,
a phantom, or a dream.'
'So is all conditioned
existence to be seen.'
Thus spoke Buddha."
Monday, November 22, 2021
Macro and the Micro
- Ansel Adams (1902 - 1984)
Letter to Alfred Stieglitz
Postscript. The purest simplest joy of life is life itself: living, being, breathing, seeing, feeling, sharing, ... But there are preternaturally precious moments when the experience is so all-consuming and so far transcends what words alone are incapable of revealing (though the wisest among us are sometimes able, in Zen-like fashion, to capture glimpses of the deepest truths), that one is simply lost in the Einsteinian awe of it all ("I have nothing but awe when I observe the laws of nature," as quoted in Einstein and the Poet). For me, this happens (alas, far less frequently than I wish) when I become "lost" amidst the "macro and the micro"; when otherwise arbitrary language-driven distinctions among trees and forest and leaves and space and time ... all dissolve and become one and inseparable. A feeling that seems to be also shared by my eldest son, Noah, who is seen here contemplating his own universe of mysteries by the side of a small footpath he and I took this weekend in a local park:
Sunday, November 21, 2021
This Place is a Dream
Only a sleeper considers it real.
...
A man goes to sleep in the town
where he has always lived,
and he dreams he's living
in another town.
He believes the reality of the dream town.
...
and then into being human,
forgotten our former states,
slightly recall being green again.
- Rumi (1207 - 1273)
Postscript. The triptych consists of three "quick grabs" with my iPhone during the trip my family and I took to the Pacific Northwest this past summer (e.g., see this blog entry). The left- and right-most images show the play of sunlight (reflected off the door of our car) with the pavement as we were going to breakfast one day in Sequim, WA. The middle panel shows a similar play of light (this time reflected off a kettle on our stove) with the stucco walls of the kitchen in the cabin we rented in the northern cascades. Most of my photography is quasi-deliberate, by which I mean that most of my images arise during planned "expeditions" (such as to a local park, or hikes on a family vacation 😊 using my "real" camera. But some of my favorite images - such the ones in this triptych - are captured purely by happenstance, and when my conscious "attention" lies elsewhere (such as on, say, getting breakfast at a restaurant or the first sip of coffee in the morning). Of course, any distinctions I may choose to draw among these various states of being and attention are, of course, at best illusory, and, at worst, utterly meaningless. Even as my "eye" looks toward the path to a restaurant or at the handle of a coffee kettle, my "I" never ceases to revel at the magic of light, color and form that surrounds us in each moment in time and space!
Saturday, November 20, 2021
Timeless Way of Building
in truth a network,
which perfectly captures it."
Thursday, November 18, 2021
Heaven and Earth
'Nothing?' I asked.
'Not even heaven?'
He lowered his head and was silent.
But after a moment:
'Heaven is too high for me.
exceptionally good–and near me!'
'Nothing is nearer to us than heaven.
The earth is beneath our feet
and we tread upon it,
but heaven is within us.'"
Wednesday, November 17, 2021
Unheard Music
- Paul Bowles (1910 - 1999)
The Spider's House
Tuesday, November 16, 2021
Why is the sky blue?
Monday, November 15, 2021
The Brown Autumn Came
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)
Kavanagh
Sunday, November 14, 2021
Hatching of Self
Friday, November 12, 2021
A Moment or Two to Just Be
- Thich Nhat Hanh (1926 - )
Postscript. The picture above was captured not with my "real" camera but with my iPhone, whose ability to capture scenes such as this continues to impress. I was on a short "day job" related trip to the beautiful town of Newport, RI, and had a few precious moments of magic hour light at the Sachuest Point National Wildlife Refuge (just a few miles from the center of town). I was initially despondent over having not taken my real camera (and rationalized the "complexities" of mixing business with pleasure; what, with a laptop and pounds of technical notes already stuffed into my carry-on). I then got even more melancholy over having neglected to take my other "real" camera that I bought specifically for this purpose (an absurdly tiny but equally as absurdly capable digital camera I wrote about earlier this spring). But then I remembered Thich Nhat Hanh's sage advice (quoted above). Stilling my mind as best I could, and clutching my iPhone, I managed to find a moment or two to just be.
Monday, November 08, 2021
A Little Round Grain of Rock
- Olaf Stapledon (1886 - 1950)
Star Maker
Sunday, November 07, 2021
Symbols, Signs, and Time
- Alan Watts (1915 - 1973)

























