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Monday, November 25, 2013

To suppose that the eye….. Charles Darwin

"To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of Spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural selection, seems, I freely confess, absurd in the highest degree. When it was first said that the sun stood still and the world turned round, the common sense of mankind declared the doctrine false; but the old saying of Vox populi, vox Dei ["the voice of the people = the voice of God "], as every philosopher knows, cannot be trusted in science. Reason tells me, that if numerous gradations from a simple and imperfect eye to one complex and perfect can be shown to exist, each grade being useful to its possessor, as is certain the case; if further, the eye ever varies and the variations be inherited, as is likewise certainly the case; and if such variations should be useful to any animal under changing conditions of life, then the difficulty of believing that a perfect and complex eye could be formed by natural selection, should not be considered as subversive of the theory."
---Charles Darwin

The season's light

The season's light

These celebrating weeks

Offer the settings

For an overcast

A dark concealing

Of the season's light..

Busyness and buying

Small concerns compound

Webs of chaos attach

As a virus

To the season's light..

Fortunate is she

While boxed and bound

Finds that moment

Unexpected quiet glimpse

Of the season's light..

Perhaps this footnote:

A paradoxical gratitude

For that chaos

Her viral entryway

To the season's light...

Sunday, November 24, 2013

sitting and moving

sitting and moving

these simple states

offer their essence..

a cycling

mature and youth

above and below

dance and sorrow..

ever transforming

one to other..

by this
for this

we came..

through this

we depart...

false ground (John O'Donohue)

“You have traveled too fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.

Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.

Become inclined to watch the way of rain
When it falls slow and free.

Imitate the habit of twilight,
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day.

Draw alongside the silence of stone
Until its calmness can claim you.”
― John O'Donohue