Tag Archives: Thinking in Words

Let Sparks Fly

Posted on December 12, 2008 by randomyriad

There is art in everything I do, some spark of spiritual creativity. This does not always blend well with “real” world activities. Documentation suffers, and I am often left saddened by the mundane way in which people approach life. Life … Continue reading →

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Winter Thoughts Early

Posted on December 11, 2008 by randomyriad

I My wife and I are trying to work out the logistics of having just one car. It wearies me to think of extra accommodations to do a job that already consumes more than its fair share of my life. … Continue reading →

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How Do You Know You Are Who You Think You Are?

Posted on December 8, 2008 by randomyriad

Are you still the same person you were yesterday or last week or just a subtle changeling? If you lose your reference points in life (relationships, job, home, routine, people who know you) are you still the same person? It … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, Check this out, Other peoples words, philosophy, Questions and riddles, seeds of chimera, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , | Leave a comment

Another Self-experiment

Posted on November 2, 2008 by randomyriad

I think it is finally time for another self-experiment. I am going to call this one number 10 just for a round number. If you are one of the ten people that actually read my blog, you know that I … Continue reading →

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A Road, A Tree, A Room of Bright Questions

Posted on October 30, 2008 by randomyriad

There is a lone tree in the middle of a rolling meadow of amber dry grass next to a dirt road that leads to an old gold rush town in the foothills of California. The tree is a bare black … Continue reading →

Posted in California, Of the Road and The River, pieces of the mirror, Questions and riddles, summer, Telling Stories, thinking in words, time travel, whereever you go there you are | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment