Me and my mate Montaigne

Me and my mate Montaigne
Storming a breach, conducting an embassy,ruling a nation are glittering deeds. Rebuking, laughing, buying, selling, loving, hating and living together gently and justly with your household – and with yourself – not getting slack nor being false to yourself, is something more remarkable, more rare and more difficult. Whatever people may say, such secluded lives sustain in that way duties which are at least as hard and as tense as those of other lives

Montaigne The Complete Essays (from The Consolations of Philosophy by Alain de Botton)

The reason I called my blog “The Obvious?” was that it is me stating what to me is obvious (and because someone else had already called theirs “Stating The Obvious” first).

I am more and more convinced that the world ends up the way it does because other people say loudly enough and confidently enough that it should end up that way. If we all overcame our reticence and stated what to each of is obvious then we might get somewhere good. The web gives us the chance to do this in the complex mix of equally valid paradigms that Dave Weinberger refers to in Joho the blog.

Yes my blog is about me, as Chris Locke says, but it is also very much about my perspective on the world.

Fitting words I’d been trying

Fitting words
I’d been trying to think of some appropriate words to go with this picture

Tunnel

taken on my walk this morning. It was a beautiful, cold, clear morning with everything crisp and fresh.

In A Dark Time found them for me.

The Darkling Thrush
I LEANT upon a coppice gate

When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky-
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

The land’s sharp features seemed to be
The Century’s corpse outleapt,
His crypt the cloudy canopy,
The wind his death-lament.
The ancient pulse of germ and birth
Was shrunken hard and dry,
And every spirit upon earth
Seemed fervourless as I.

At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom.

So little cause for carolings
Of such ecstatic sound
Was written on terrestrial things
Afar or nigh around,
That I could think there trembled through
His happy good-night air
Some blessed Hope, whereof he knew
And I was unaware

Thomas Hardy – December 1900

Oh goody Found what looks

Oh goody
Found what looks like a v interesting blog:

I have a theory. My theory is that the parting is contained in the greeting. Is this a theory? No, it is an observation. My observation is that one knows from the beginning why a relationship will fail, that the problem is plain and yet one pretends not to see it; or perhaps one admits to seeing it but downplays its significance. The flush of love, or attraction, or simply of hope, is a powerful hallucinogen, one that causes us to see things that are not there and to fail to see things that are. A relationship does not begin in earnest until the effects of this drug have worn off.

oblivio via diveintomark

I didn’t think I’d be

I didn’t think I’d be doing this……..
But here I am at 1.30am on the 1st of January 2002 writing in my blog.

I feel slightly uncomfortable quoting a few lines from Anthony Robbins’ book “Ultimate Power” as he still feels to me to be one of the cheesiest of success writers. The uncanny thing is that he has been more “right” and more true to the mark out of all of the self help writers I have read over the past few years.

Anyway here we go …this felt very appropriate for New Year’s Day.

Every religious book on the planet talks about the power and effect of belief on mankind. People who succeed on a major scale differ greatly in their beliefs from those who fail. Our beliefs about what we are and what we can be precisely determine what we will be. If we believe in magic, we will have a magical life. If we believe our life is defined by narrow limits, we’ve suddenly made those limits real. What we believe to be true, what we believe is possible, becomes what’s true, becomes what’s possible.

Anthony Robbins Unlimited Power

Spooky Just been watching Jim

Spooky
Just been watching Jim Carey in “The Trueman Show” and came across this while blogging at the same time:

Cixous writes: “The dead man’s death gives us the essential primitive experience, access to the other world, which is not without warning or noise but which is without the loss of our birthplace. So it gives us everything, it gives us the end of the world; to be human we need to experience the end of the world. We need to lose the world, to lose a world, and to discover that there is more than one world, and that the world isn’t what we think it is. Without that, we know nothing about the mortality and immortality we carry. We don’t know we’re alive as long as we haven’t encountered death. These are banalities that have been erased. And it is an act of grace.”

on allied