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Magdalen’s groundsare full of life,full of space. Space, which is mownand cleared,tended and enclosed,its waterways unchoked,brown and sparkling clear. It is home to ducksand coots,to dragonflies and deer. Grass and paths and gatesand streamsand yesterday’s undergraduatesare waiting. Not for the … Continue reading
Their leaves of grass emerge and fade;with windblown rustling tongues converse.The grove has grown throughout the universe,spreads everywhere its pleasant living shade;creating north south east and west(the fierce, unending struggle to be best);relentlessly growing.The variety is unimaginable,the sameness unknowingand unknowable. … Continue reading
“In and out of windowsas we have done before.” Moving in and out of beingstopping just this side of seeing,in and out of life they pass,kestrel, robin, spider, mouse.Each their special shapes they wear,striving on from here to there.From here … Continue reading
The stringof Being winds throughout a luminous universe. Everythingyour hand reaches out to graspis Adam’s curseand a knotappears within your mind. Your original faceis suddenly forgot,hid in your own entanglement. .
Treninnow Lane is tangleddark and overgrownwith angledbeech and arching sycamore. No cars drive downand fern and nettle,dandelion and dock slumberin this extraordinary summer’s heat. Spiders’ webs are spun tightand Speckled Woods and Tortoiseshells meet,lifting and drifting,in and out of pools … Continue reading
Ethics is the highest science,concerning itself with survival,not merely knowall. A man without Ethics,ever thinkingnever seeing,is already drowning;ever sinking ever lowerin his diminishing sea of being. .