Guitar: Taylor 356CE Second hand from Mansons Exeter

Click Mini: Toshiba 8.9" Tablet with Keyboard.

5th April 2016 Noticed a chip in the top right corner of the screen. Haven't a clue as to when and how it occured. here are some images.

Where duality is a non-conflicting situation, the decison whether to accept or reject no longer exists.

The circle is a representation of the concept that each of us is totally dependent upon the all as the all is on each of us, despite that all will continue at the demise of any person.

The defintiion of a circle is an infinite set of points, a line, where each is equally distant from a common point. In the circle that common point is the centre.

Yet somehow if all poiunts are equal then the centre is one of the points in the circumference and each point in the circumference is also the centre. This concept cannot be shown in 2 dimensional graphics and yet it is this 2 dimensional form that largely governs the way me communicate, i.e. perverse linearity.

To say that we have spacial awareness may be true but it is not used as the primary form of communication unless the 2 dimensional language isn't sufficient and the force of contraint is deemed appropriate.

By now the concept of language has already corupted the original concept as all is one and one is all then there need be no communication.

So where do we go from here, 'chaos or community' ?

Linear logic is binary in that there are only two ways to go, forward or backward, yet each is defined as positive in that change occures, whereas not change is represented by zero, which is the circle. Change, a defined line, is but part of the circle, yet all too often is seen as a separate entity.

And so we talk in dualistic terms, which very ofetn are inappropriately termned as opposites when if act they are compliments, in that the pair go to for the whole.

I Be Come and arrive by leaving.

Born to this world consuming,
demanding and needy.

One day I find the joy
that I am looking for,
the radiance,
in myself
and realise I can rest and cease
from toil and struggle

I am happy to shine lightly
not so brightly
becoming transparent
wherethrough all things pass
without impact,
destination or origin

Approching absence,
beyond knowledge and being,
beyond unbounded joy.

Whilst in between the singular and the absent I participate in Grand Troupes performing that I may be continualy distracted from the sense of individual weakness.

The weak strength that lead me to find even weaker souls to exploit and in doing so yearn for stronger ones to care for me. Yet I find no one stronger.
But in leaving the Troupe, should the I survive, the one, may, be found.

The first truth is is that each of us is born alone and the last is to die alone. The second truth is lie we create through demand, love and consuming so that we can ignore the first and last. The infinite other truths are those habits we try to keep to ensure the addition to deception.

In the first and last truths there is no apology, no love or hate, just the knowledge of what is to come and that it shall pass.

I have no problem with criticism of authority. Where that is in a personal argument I see no reason for physical retribution but equally it may be traded in a capitalistic ideology.

Where however there is a concerted effort to insult the values of captivated audiences there is a greater propensity for physical response that goes beyond the vocal and audio arts.

So there is an expectation in group challenges, to martial outcomes and it is here that the law steps in to keep peace. For without an enforced order there would be no orchestra.

I do not hear, in this neck of the woods or from over the valleys and hills, all creatures singing the same tune so the general consensus must be that those who wish to trumpet their views do so with respect to the silence, so important to the individual, and the gentle choirs, of youth and age.

The melody of the individual is sacred and cannot be destroyed and so needs no defence whilst the rhythm of consumption is self annihilating. It is the tribal beat that threatens to tear down the fences and bring forth the ever approaching death with fertile terror and pain, whilst the quite melodies ensure only a greater awareness to the singer.

In the Taro they represent the archetypal male and female, or let's say the illusion that such exists.; and each of us commonly plays at least one of those roles.

The cup came to mind whilst sipping port, well just after scoffing off a bowl of food. That the food needed a bowl is significant, otherwise it could have been a plate, or disk.

In fact the disk solves the problem I have in my realisation of te cup and through that the wand.

I have yet to ponder the sword but have views of the disk.

The cup I noticed that it only existed due to the heightened edge, to keep or contain things. It's not that the cup is a receiver of grace but a holder, a container, a receptacle, wherein lies the idea of not letting go. Ah! how many parents maintain a cup to contain their offspring?

The disk that is the receiver of grace

The wand it the provider of grace

The sword The path of grace
To be continued