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Laid-Back at Delicate Arch   Leave a comment

delicate-arch-panorama-blogLaid-Back at Delicate Arch, Arches National Park (June 12, 2014) — Panorama Image by kenne

Freedom is nothing but a chance to be better.

— Albert Camus

When is a Tree Not a Tree?   2 comments

Wave Tree (1 of 1) B&W blogVermilion Cliffs National Monument In Northern Arizona — Image by kenne

Take a leaf off a tree. Is it still a tree?
Take a sin­gle twig off a tree. Is it still a tree?
Remove an entire branch from a tree. Is it still a tree?
Take off half of the branches. Is it still a tree?
Cut down the whole tree, leav­ing only the stump. Is it still a tree?
Many peo­ple would say no, it is no longer a tree,
though the roots may still be in the ground.
Well, where did the tree go?
Removing a leaf, it remains a tree,
but not by remov­ing all of the branches and the trunk?

In the real world, there aren’t any things as we com­monly think of them.
A ‘thing’ as we refer to it is only a noun. A noun is merely an idea, a men­tal con­struct.
These ‘things’ exist only in our minds. There is no tree, there is only the idea of a tree.

—Anonymous

Geological Strata   2 comments

Layer Mountains (1 of 1) blogGeological Strata Along US 50 In Nevada (Loving the contrast!) — Image by kenne

“What counts is to be in the world, the posture is immaterial, so long as one is on earth.
To breathe is all that is required, there is no obligation to ramble, or receive company,
you may even believe yourself dead on condition you make no bones about it,
what more liberal regimen could be imagined, I don’t know, I don’t imagine.
No pomt under such circumstances in saying I am somewhere else, someone else,
such as I am I have all I need to hand, for to do what, I don’t know, all I have to do,
there I am on my own again at last, what a relief that must be. Yes, there are moments,
like this moment, when I seem almost restored to the feasible. Then it goes, all goes,
and I’m far again, with a far story again, I wait for me afar for my story to begin, to end,
and again this voice cannot be mine. That’s where I’d go, if I could go,
that’s who I’d be, if I could be.”

–from Texts for Nothing by Samuel Beckett

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