tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085092.post115815477965316310..comments2023-10-30T08:28:53.519-07:00Comments on The Bush Diaries: From the HeartPeter Clothierhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11525159413387378704noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085092.post-1158215228403183842006-09-13T23:27:00.000-07:002006-09-13T23:27:00.000-07:00Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, and the rest, lamentable a...Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, and the rest, lamentable aren't they... It's nice to see people such as yourself Peter, who are able to see through all of it, write about it, for the rest of us to read and appreciate. Thank you for being here day after day with your passion for truth, it's restful. To bad we can't find someone in our land to sit on that lofty post of president, and tell the truth, give us all some rest...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085092.post-1158174909327516532006-09-13T12:15:00.000-07:002006-09-13T12:15:00.000-07:00Great entry, Peter. Thanks.Great entry, Peter. Thanks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9085092.post-1158171591201299062006-09-13T11:19:00.000-07:002006-09-13T11:19:00.000-07:00"Hard to describe if you haven't experienced it, b..."Hard to describe if you haven't experienced it, but it's a kind of concentration, a kind of focus, a kind of hyper-consciousness of the act in the moment of its happening. When I'm engaged at this level, everything else fades into oblivion--all the daily concerns, the anxieties, the projections into the future. It can happen with a computer as easily as with a ball-point pen or a pencil and a yellow pad. Nothing else matters."<BR/><BR/>Wow, P: Last night I was having the same thoughts. And words. I was thinking of my happiest moments in life. What were they? The were "when nothing else matters", was my answer. They were whenever I was busy in my occupation with nature or beauty ( in the George Santyanna sense - his book, The Sense of Beauty ).<BR/><BR/>And the unhappiest moments, were when other people, especially men, have intruded, or I allowed them to intrude into my life, my thoughts, or when I was intruding on them. I think you and I are ready for the Buddhist state of "no mind" or the Lao Tzu state of "non-action". <BR/><BR/>I think most people are tired of each other with all the baggage others bring, the bad faith, the existential 'no exit', and this has affected how they act, passionless, false, robotic, selfish, closed, indifferent, role playing, trying out readymade solutions. This could be some explanation of what you saw in the young ones. They are suffering. They hate the world as it has been created for them, and yet are forced to cope with it. They are in pain as they cope with their own inadequacies. But they have no consciousness of the path to deal with it. They are still in the stages of learning how to step outside themselves and attain no mind. It takes time, but the simplest of people often come around to it.<BR/><BR/>They key for the non-artists, the ones with no natural propensity for it, is to turn to their own natures, and nourish themselves. But so many are weak and seek nourishment from that which does not nourish.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com