thoughts

Robert M. Pirsig – Zen and the Art of Motorcyle Maintenance 

“This is the source of the trouble. Persons tend to think and feel exclusively in one mode or the other and in doing so tend to misunderstand and underestimate what the other mode is all about. But no one is willing to give up the truth as he sees it, and as far as I know, no one now living has any real reconciliation of these truths or modes. There is no point at which these visions of reality are unified.” 

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Quote: Robert M. Pirsig – Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance 

“The world has no existence whatsoever outside the human imagination. It’s all a ghost, and in antiquity was so recognized as a ghost, the whole blessed world we live in. It’s run by ghosts. We see what we see because these ghosts show it to us, ghosts of Moses and Christ and the Buddha, and Plato, and Descartes, and Rousseau and Jefferson and Lincoln, on and on and on. Isaac Newton is a very good ghost. One of the best. Your common sense is nothing more than the voices of thousands and thousands of these ghosts from the past. Ghosts and more ghosts. Ghosts trying to find their place among the living.” 

Tripping

A movement so quick,

or was it so slow? 

Colour,

streaking, 

stretching,

inching further, 

no, closer. 

Making waves, 

patterns, emerging. 

A sight not seen.

The real reality? 

A place unknown. 

Enchanted. 

Fascinated. 

Unlike the norm. 

Smiles growing, 

Laughter catching.

A look, 

a giggle, 

too much. 

Breathe, breathe, breathe. 

Look. 

The beauty. 

The invisible trail

Do you ever think about the trail which we leave behind us? 
The thoughtless remarks, the drunken comments, the way you make a person feel, the impression you left, the expectation of you. The invisible trail that’s left behind on nothing more than another’s mind. 

And how do you keep it clean? Or at least a trail that people want to follow, care to follow?