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Showing posts with label mysticism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mysticism. Show all posts
11 July 2026
02 April 2026
Growing.
When people ask me are you happy, I'd say that isn't quite the question. The real question is am I still growing? Have I become a finished creation? Am I dead or am I still growing? Is my life still an adventure, an adventure full of trouble, full of joy, full of pain, full of cataclysm. Am I still living dangerously? So, am I still growing is the real question.
John Moriarty, from a conversation with Joe Duffy on Liveline, 2005
23 October 2024
Probable.
Now as to Magic. It is surely absurd to hold me “weak” or otherwise because I chose to persist in a study which I decided deliberately four or five years ago to make, next to my poetry, the most important pursuit of my life. Whether it be, or be not, bad for my health can only be decided by one knows what magic is and not at all by any amateur. The probable explanation however of your somewhat testy postcard is that you were out at Bedford Park and heard my father discoursing about my magical pursuits out of the immense depths of his ignorance as to everything that I am doing and drinking.
W.B. Yeats, from William M. Murphy's Early Education of W. B. Yeats
19 October 2024
Indeed.
There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.
Ludwig Wittgenstein, from Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus
07 September 2024
Wonder.
Steve's getting wonder-filled ...
Every year at leaf-fall, Pwyll and his men rode to Arberth. Riding through a valley five valleys from home they were like an old story Taliesin would tell. And they had it in them to go with the story. They had it in them, living now, riding now to Arberth, to be a tale told by a fireside in the far past, to be a tale told by a fireside in the far future. And they would say, would sometimes say, that their only reason for being in the world was to give the world a chance to live out its own strangeness, its own danger, and its own wonder in them.John Moriarty, from Dreamtime
Thanks to Walker's Arms for the excellent image.
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