Multitudinous lists

Here are some of the things which I have started but not finished:
1. Reading Faulkner's Sound and the Fury, I only include this novel because it is the only one in a long list which I have started but actually intend on finishing soon. Others are long gone on the way to completion.
2. Dividing perennials in the garden and amending the soil in new beds, this is in addition to the all inclusive title-
3. Gardening, which includes the endless maintenance and continual installation of new walkways and garden beds, planting trees, shrubs and perennials.
4. Burning CDs for Kylie's class and getting some of the other items on the teacher's wish lists.
5. Sketching, currently exploring the themes and techniques of light on exterior and interior spaces as expressed in Hopper's works and the continuing explorations of minimalism for organic shapes constituting a whole.
6. Painting my downstairs. I am going for a Turkish/Middle Eastern color palette of burnt sienna and turquoise but still trying to reflect the craftsman nature of the house and preserve the Deco influence in some collections.
7. Cleaning.... especially smudges from little Kylie hands and dust
8. Choosing next weeks Fantasy football team
9. Figuring out what I am doing for next Facebook entry.
10. Deciding on tonight's dinner.
11. Filling my truck for GA.
12. Realizing Self realization...

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“Engrossed is the bee of my mind on the Blue Lotus feet of my Divine Mother”from song “Blue Lotus Feet” by Paramahansa Yogananda in Cosmic Chants.

Story of Srimati Kashi Moni, the life-companion of Lahiri Mahasaya.

Media stimulation running head and hand in time to the relation of music and news. Overstimulation of mind and spirit.

Timeliness is not the key.

Being persistant even late in the game.

There's overtime, if you're lucky.

The passage into oblivion won't come. It is not desirable but more connectedness is sweet.

Knowing almost all in a world of everything to know. It makes us divine ne'st pas?

When we can find the knowledge we have been seeking, we should want less, but somehow knowing is not enough.

We must own.

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Wit, whither wilt?

Exceedingly out of my mind? In the cracks that keep the progress backward? When will the creeping in begin and then proceed out again to awe and amaze? Spectators forever, or even for a moment, of the pertinence of wisdom. I would relish, a second, for the recognition.

Perhaps it is for the lack of wit and purpose that nothing comes. In vacuum there is not a flood of ideas. The space is not filed with meaning but remains empty and void. When the air is finally let in, it is only the air which existed outside the vacuum. No cleaner or purer, not unique in its substance. Only the same air but displaced. Creating atmosphere is much more difficult.

Maybe the elitist beliefs of witicism are not present at all. Mundane in all ways to exist; but falsely led to murky water by coincidence. Bending to drink the sludge that was painted as a bubbling brook by blithely appurtenance and then realizing that after thoughts did not count as wit. Real thought processes continuously vacant and only the only escape is dreadful plagiarism which drags the horse into the slop, dismayed for lack of originality.



http://shakespeare.mit.edu/asyoulikeit/asyoulikeit.4.1.html


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