The moon and the mind

Philosophy is of the mind. Beauty is when you are a lunatic; when one loses his mind, when there is no me. Do look at the moon today and lose your mind.

First time

The other day a friend asked me: Can you look at the world as though you are seeing it for the first time, hearing its sounds and sensing its smells for the first time? Like the newborn opening up its five senses to its surroundings? Without searching for words in one language or the other to represent what you see, hear, smell, taste or experience by sense of touch so that you can store it up in your memory? Without naming anything to reduce the real into symbols? Allowing the whole of it to flood into you? Just try it. Its a wonderful experience.

Saw this post on one of the comments on my uncles poem. Find it perfect today, everyday...