“Java is the green, temple-studded loadstone of Indonesia, a rough oblong of land swimming on its side under the equator, and held in place by a pair of huge urban anchors at either end of its muddy northern littoral – Jakarta in the west, Surabaya in the east.”
The storm will never be appeased
The clouds only ever broken for a time
We have so much more
You and I will never know
till the sky pulls the nerves from our bones
/ P 2014
One I could also learn from no doubt.
“Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”
~ Albert Einstein
“The nature of God is a circle of which the center is everywhere and the circumference is nowhere”
Thus meaning God doesn’t exist in the left hand side of your head.
∫ Paraphrased then imagined conversation about deeply religious matters »
A strange turbaned holy man on a donkey approached the neeb.
“Hello Neeb, has anyone ever tried to convert you?”
“Not really, surreptitiously perhaps, but never to my face.”
“Are you sure?”
“You mean about my face?”
“Yes. Your face.”
“Why, what’s wrong with it?”
“Nothing, I never said anything about your face.”
“So were you talking about your donkey whilst looking at me then?”
“No, I was talking to you.”
“To my face you mean?”
“Yes, to you face!” …..exasperated.
“Oh, very good. So what do you want again?”
“Has – any-one – ever – tried – to – con-vert – you – to – your – face?”
“Hmm, let’s see. To my face, no.”
“So you stand unconverted then?”
“Then where on earth do you stand neeb?”
“Where on earth? Right here. I stand right here on my ears!”
“On your ears?”
“Yes, on my ears you idiot, didn’t you hear me. I stand right here before God, on my ears. As such you have no need to convert my face as I can already hear every whisper of God. Get back on your donkey you buffoon.”
The turbaned holy man rode away in a state of cerebral disfigurement, whilst his donkey laughed (though the holy man couldn’t hear it).