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02 November 2006 @ 08:28 am
Morning  
While drinking my tea this morning, I was struck by something one might call "beauty" or " wonderment". That experience is our life, and not whatever story we may make up about life. Getting underneath this a little, I observed the thinking and calculating mind rolling over again and again, trying to produce a statement, a discrimination of some sort to pin on experience, to make it not the whole marvel it is. And then I realized that something much deeper is beneath all of our story-telling about the world and ourselves. What is this wonder that produces knowledge and doubt, faith and irresolution, the passing shades of existence and non-existence? That which cannot be grasped does not fit these words; something runs deeper and more constant than any particulars we pretend to know. And then my cat jumped in my lap and I came out of my daydream.