Don't talk to me about other worlds, separate realities, lost continents, or invisible realms--I know where I belong. Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.
Walking up the trail to my lookout tower last night, I saw the new moon emerge from a shoal of clouds and hang for a time beyond the black silhouette of a shaggy, giant Douglas fir. I stopped to look. And what I saw was the moon--the moon itself, nothing else; and the tree, alive and conscious in its own spiral of time; and my hands, palms upward, raised toward the sky. We were there. We ARE. That is what we know. This is all we can know. And each such moment holds all that we could possibly need--if only we can see. Ed Abbey, Science with a Human Face 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/
