Tao and words
The purpose of words is to convey ideas. When the ideas are grasped, the words are forgotten.
Where can I find a man who has forgotten words? He is the one I would like to talk to.
The Way of Chuang Tzu
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Travel and wisdom
It is experience that is the ultimate teacher. That is why wise people travel constantly and test themselves against the flux of circumstance.
A Random Quote/Thought
"It all began when my great aunt was kidnapped and held for ransom by an unlicensed Armenian phrenologist."
Tag Archives: Japanese garden
This photo and the following bulleted paragraph are from my About page, which deconstructs the title of this blog, in this case the middle word “garden”:
[This was originally posted on September 16, 2011, but had to be completely and imperfectly re-written following the crash of a MySQL server at my Web hosting service.]
The allusion in the title of this post is pretty simple. But if you don’t recognize it, the rest of us will wait while you check this page at IMDB…. I agree: It’s an awful pun, but please allow me to explain in the context of the following stunning photograph:
That’s our cat Molly. Although she has the up-raised visage of a Madonna or an about-to-be-martyred saint in some 14th century painting, there is nothing angelic or beatific or holy about her. Like all cats, her outlook and bearing accord with this familiar aphorism: Dogs have owners; cats have staff.
Even if she doesn’t seem “spiritual,” however, she is very “contemplative.” Witness the four images below, which show typical behavior. The middle/upper shows Molly beside my meditation cushions, looking out at the earliest incarnation of what eventually became our Japanese balcony garden. I don’t know what she was thinking. Perhaps it was a prayerful, “please let that squirrel show up again this morning.” Presumably it was not a koan-inspired mu, although I suppose it could have been a mew. (Sorry, I couldn’t resist, even if it surely wasn’t original.)
In the middle/lower panel, Molly is staring at my wife’s empty spot in the carport. She gets the whole spatial-temporal thing: If my wife goes out the door, go to that particular window and see if the car is gone; if so, wait in the window until the car appears; then return to the door to say “hello.” Even if she wanders off to do something else, she will usually return to the window to wait (unless my wife has come home in the mean time, of course).
Molly is fascinated by the play of light. In warmer weather, when the sun is at the right angle and reflects off the lake outside our balcony, she will sit and stare at the patterns on the walls from the light filtered through the leaves. Or at night, she will look at the bedroom ceiling as though she is trying to puzzle out the circular reflections from the four shiny knobs on top of a bedside radio. For all I know, there is no “trying to”; instead, “puzzling out” may be precisely what she is doing. In the right-hand panel, I was able to catch her totally fixated on an Op Art print that she had never seen before. She rounded a corner, saw it up against the wall, sat down, and stared for several minutes. Her concentration was so intense that I was able to get the camera and take the picture, without the usual backward twitch of her ears indicating awareness of other goings-on. Total absorption? A neural buzz from the print? We will never know.
And then there is her extraordinary self-contemplation. At least once a week, I will walk past the bathroom door, usually when the room light is turned off, and Molly will be sitting on the counter looking at herself in the large mirror (left-hand panel). If I walk by again a few minutes later, odds are she will still be there. If I walk up behind her, she will usually look at my reflection in the mirror, but then look back at herself. I have experimented, for example by holding my hand above but behind her head. As soon as she sees the reflection of it, she will raise her head up and back, trying to get me to pet her head, but never looking around. No question that she knows where my hand is in relation to herself… as seen in the mirror. In other words, no question that she knows she is looking at herself. Full self-awareness? It is easy to imagine so. And if it is, then what is she experiencing? Is she asking questions about herself? Is she getting answers?…
Last September, I wrote a post about productivity apps and the impending appearance of the iPad version of iMandalArt. In November, I added a brief update with a link to the MandalArt Website with videos — three of them now in English — that show the app in action. Here is the one that I have subsequently found most helpful:
Less than a week after my update, iMandalArt HD was released, and I have now been living with it for a bit more than two months. I say “living with,” rather than “using,” advisedly. As I wrote in the original post: