Marsha: I had a very long walk on the beach during my visit to Cape Cod. It was a wonderful day, warm, sunny, lovely, and a beautiful, barefooted walk. The surf was up and the waves would crash to the shore with a tremendous popping sound. The sound and the force of those waves are echoing in my head. With each thought that comes to mind, a tremendous wave, with a tremendous pop crushes it. I'm trying to read 'Music of the Mind', and it's making me angry.
Andre, Sounds like you should have left the book home Marsha. Marsha: As the wave sweeps back to the ocean, I see the word 'unknowable' written in the sand. Andre: Though I don't know what got you angry I sense that Reanney and Pirsig, each in their own way are pointing to ways of lifting the veil surrounding the 'unknowable'. So that, with each wave rolling in closer to the written word in the sand it eventually re-solves into the endless landscape of awareness before it dissolves into the ocean again. Hope you still enjoyed yourself though! Andre Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org.uk/pipermail/moq_discuss_archive/
