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On the Margin of Our Graspable Self: Epigrams and Aphorisms

It is possible, that the gust of a new life bursts into your zone of the expected, thus tearing all of your fragmentary accomplishments to bits.

At home, too long, with words and words, piling up like some kind of garbage heap – yet, you throw yourself all too willingly into the heap, hoping to irk out some kind of angle, some kind of chirping opinion.

To those on the periphery, to those whose step-by-step leads them to trip over their own tail and lie down in early hours on a painful pillow.

Waking up and opening the window to the sounds of the familiar. Having put oneself in this place, it is hard to shout obscenities at anyone but one’s yesterday-self.

The silence of a room can draw us near to the decisions that we have made: the mistakes of yesterday, the hopes and how they transpired – how we have edited our choices.

Where has my golden strength gone at this hour of the day? To what pleasure do I owe the arrival of this new friend: confusion.

Seeing past this moment, we can see what we can see. But, what of what we can’t see? How will that affect us?

A remainder of those whose words we read, trickle down inside us, to that invisible area on the margin of our graspable self.

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A Book Before Bedtime (Six Aphorisms for Contemplation)

THE RABBIT HOLE: Reading is a collaboration between author and reader, the shared creation of another world – a world that could be, but isn’t.

THE MELDING VOICE: The more time we spend with those authors, the more they penetrate us and we end up finding their voices among our own voice.

INFILTRATION: Reading a book on a place I have never been while, simultaneously, fraught with the irrevocable influence that is occurring, with my permission.

HAVEN’T WE MET?: With each page turned, I create a new and ever-evolving image of the author – a relationship with a ghost!

MORPHOLOGY: Sometimes, I fail to envision the facial details of the main character, yet he spins around me with more reality than a “real” person. Then, suddenly, his face warps into a thousand faces, renewing themselves upon each new read.

WHERE AM “I”?: Re-reading a book is necessary for me. Each time upon entering the text, without fail, a new thought emerges, a new reconfiguration of “me” takes form.

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Plan Your Life Wisely: Three Days with Gracian

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“Plan out your life wisely.” This is the first sentence of the 229th maxim by Baltasar Gracian from his book The Art of Worldly Wisdom. In this concise and illuminating piece, Gracian encourages us to “plan with foresight” and thus regain and, to some extent, control certain aspects of our life. He also proposes a strategy for expanding one’s life and knowledge. Gracian proposes three steps toward a balanced life:

Day 1: Conversation with the Dead – Fill your day with the study of and meditation on those who have come before you and those who are no longer with us. This day could be spent reading treasured books, listening to old records, observing the architectural works of long-forgotten designers, and so on. Through this careful study of those who have passed, we may come to see new aspects of ourselves or create fresh aspects of self. We may blossom through knowledge.

Day 2: Among the People – On this day one goes out and spends time among other living flesh-and-blood people. Spend the day listening to close friends or family, strike up a conversation with someone you have never met, volunteer your services, observe and listen to others in a public place, travel to a different country and spend time with people whose customs are not your own. Through real human interaction, we open ourselves to the Vulnerable, to the Unexpected. We mirror each other, we share life through our communication with others.

Day 3: The Hermit – I will use Gracian’s exact words as they shine in their precision: “The third day is entirely for oneself. The greatest happiness is to be a philosopher.”

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