Rain, books, mysteries, maps
This entry was originally posted on 18 July 2003 at 11:03 a.m.
Outside, the air is cool; each breath brings with it the scent of rain on the horizon. Clouds threatening thunder hang in the sky, but have yet to unleash their arsenal. I love days like these. Magical days, perfect for scouring ancient libraries for obscure books full of secrets.
Sometimes when i walk into a library or a bookstore, i'm overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Millions of words, hundreds of thousands of ideas--at the very least. It's as though all the secrets of the universe are somehow hidden within the pages...and finding the right combination of books will unlock them all.
The ultimate puzzle.
I know i've said all of this before, in an earlier entry. But it all seems to bear repeating, especially on days that just feel sacred. These are the kinds of days when great mysteries reveal themselves on the first order: that they exist, and that they are mysterious. And sometimes, these are the kinds of days when great mysteries reveal themselves on the second order: that they can be understood by the seeker, and that they are fundamental.
These are the kinds of days when i realize that i haven't completely removed myself from all spiritual paths--that maybe i'm just mapping the beaten paths before heading into territory hitherto unknown to me.
Outside, the air is cool; each breath brings with it the scent of rain on the horizon. Clouds threatening thunder hang in the sky, but have yet to unleash their arsenal. I love days like these. Magical days, perfect for scouring ancient libraries for obscure books full of secrets.
Sometimes when i walk into a library or a bookstore, i'm overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. Millions of words, hundreds of thousands of ideas--at the very least. It's as though all the secrets of the universe are somehow hidden within the pages...and finding the right combination of books will unlock them all.
The ultimate puzzle.
I know i've said all of this before, in an earlier entry. But it all seems to bear repeating, especially on days that just feel sacred. These are the kinds of days when great mysteries reveal themselves on the first order: that they exist, and that they are mysterious. And sometimes, these are the kinds of days when great mysteries reveal themselves on the second order: that they can be understood by the seeker, and that they are fundamental.
These are the kinds of days when i realize that i haven't completely removed myself from all spiritual paths--that maybe i'm just mapping the beaten paths before heading into territory hitherto unknown to me.
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