Tag: climb

  • 401

    All this incessant preoccupation with productivity. To be deified of harmonising many errands, an unrelenting metabolism for busyness ever striving and dissatisfied. Success, that mountain with heights supposed upon the climber depends. From what desolation would you escape if arriving at a higher tier of achievement you take the same cold unfulfilled self you brought […]

  • 389: To the light

    A man enters a valley such as this, and at last he is quiet. All of his grandeur immediately and rightly disperses into nothingness. A most natural and healthy state is surely quickened to the light.

  • 314

    It’s a Sunday afternoon you could be, and apparently should be doing something outside and more agreeable and instead the day is carrying on without your involvement this time because it’s been too many since you’ve been able to open your book. You’ve been busy. All week in fact and probably actually for longer than […]

  • 294: An imperfect system

    Can it not be said, that only he can meet calm and relief who is storm-worn and standing and who has not stumbled thus his respiring? Who has allowed his balance to find him by at last keeping still though else nothing is, and having flung to the gusts for the valley below his charge […]

  • 234: Little plane in the sky

    Wherefore are you going, little plain in the sky? What yonder doth thy ambition reside? O man, that cannot things let lie, And no brims passing before cloud delights. Those hoping souls thy vessel confined, What grief or love is put behind? Towards great change perhaps some ye climb, How braved uncertainty with must ride. […]

  • 116: The wood, the hills, the valley

    Awake at no hour atypical, but of an acute proceedings in effect I became increasingly aware. Sensitivities at fresh mornings issue, seemed quickened above a common reflex. A quiescent surcharge had overnight mingled the blood, and bade some stirring semblance of rapture, begin its corrective undulations surge deep and wide the full cellular tapestry in […]

  • 115: Gone

    Abaft a brooding climb, finally we mount the firmament, which suspends our dot with an affable keep and steadies our careen down the Tasman, settling ahead the finest conditions for flight have I ever encountered. The ocean and upper-wide parapet are an indivisible frontier of immaculate cobalt, that, were it not for one vivid and […]

  • 53

    Who isn’t held by a ‘scaped balloon hurrying upward in the distance? After the first grief, we admire its wondrous hopeless climb.