Danny James

Tag: experience

239: Further, it seems forever

It’s a curious thing from afar, to watch someone seemingly walking for walkings sake. By a roadside particularly, while traffic zooms by and with no enjoyable landscapes to canoe the warped and furious human musings. They are making as little ground as ever, almost entirely static and in the grandest system of things as the Earth rolls on away, perhaps are ever backsliding in the end. You begin to remember that it is not so much how far you can go, or how quickly you can get anywhere that counts for much, but the depths into which you are willing to adventure rather that offers many of the reasons to continue along this unknowable, incurable, limited and beautiful experience.

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They adventure least who need most to find, youth of heart with age of mind.

150: If what’s best is truth

Enough of this, reasoning dissonance and tactical logic – the reality is not always what logical deems. Safety in careful successes can hide the confronting facts of our meagreness of which disaster reminds us, compelling a fundamental modesty in the face of overruling chance. Intuition, at times bears a profoundly accurate foreknowledge of buried abilities and happier days to come, goading thee finally to leap at an unlikelihood with improvised optimism. Sometimes what we can know by study and experience tires, leaving after some speculations for intuitive action to resolve with informed spontaneity. Sometimes, the theories are too tormenting, – tardy to proof, and say what you will of this, but within reason if not comprehension, irrationality of means may to rational ends; often falling informs best.

136: Babel

Two days home, and events are still very much impressing though they have ended. It will be some time until they settle, and stay enough to sort. What seems longest gone is the present in passing, woven with melancholic hints that dissipate only with it and are absent in recollections of the experience. Those moments missed the most are as they leave, for it cannot injure that has surely gone like it does happening where spins the hope of length and only the threat of a loss. This Summers turn seems soon like it never happened; the seasons warmth has already become unfamiliar, and the glaciers hard to picture now. How does one make mindful and ethical progress in the world, without a certain rational detachment?

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Commonly after a spell abroad, I return to find the usual irritations of home have in my absence been polished to the plenitude of their quality, proving me thus a man of poor judgement. The greater share of dust is always laid over the intellect.