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While studying up on the Kruger Effect, I ran across this brilliant quote:

One of the painful things about our time is that those who feel certainty are stupid, and those with any imagination and understanding are filled with doubt and indecision
Bertrand Russell

It’s nice to see some things never change.

It looks like the blog will remain dark another week, due to the Clone 3.0 project. After which, I’ll be back in full swing with new insane-a-thon insanity and regular posting.



We Live in Margins

Jul, 2011 (2011-07-18 06:00)

Our lives consist of margins.

The difference between a knockout punch and glancing blow can be measured in millimeters or turning the head but a few degrees.

Our artistic pursuits exist Tuesdays and Thursdays from six to eight or Saturdays or mornings from five to six.

The time it takes to cause a fatal accident is less than a second of distraction, even after years comprising millions of seconds of diligence.

The difference between financial independence and living paycheck to paycheck starts with a few hundred dollars a month.

Some of our greatest regrets are fractions of moments: not speaking our hearts; the split-second decision that makes one forever a slave to a drug or vice.

Our most precious memories are moments or maybe even slivers of moments–a touch, an image a sunset, a kiss.

The difference between a healthy, fit body and a painful death is one tiny maligned lump in a sea of healthy cells and tissue.

The difference between mastering an art and someone who is decent at drawing is a couple hours a day three to five days a week.

We spend most of our time working, sleeping, and traveling. Our families struggle to exist in the cracks of the day between six and nine, morning and night. That is, assuming that there is no television in the home sucking up those precious hours.

We live in margins.



If we could hold a word

against our ear, like a shell

We’d hear its sea–churning in its belly,

the size of blood in a mosquito

–Albert Goldbarth, MINNOWS, DARTERS, STURGEON

The Paris Review #195

Mr. Goldbarth has captured the essence of writing, of martial arts, of Christianity, of effective living. Some will think these words are fluff. So be it. In writing, the author discovers the depths of words and the vast ocean of meaning beneath each and the synergy made by combining two meanings in an unexpected way.

In martial arts, the practitioner discovers the cosmic waves created by each action or word and pursues understanding of the endless creativity and potential of the human body and mind. In Christianity, the disciple ponders God’s infinite nature, endless love, and the unbelievable depths and wonders made by his hands.

You could take this same principle and apply it to music, happiness, relationships, most anything. Mastering any craft, including one’s own happiness, begins by learning to reside in the vast ocean beneath the surface of a word, idea, note, or movement and then combine it with the endless wonder of another.

Your challenge: Take a single word, one that provokes you, and use it no less than 10 provocative, contradictory sentences. Preferably, the word would be both metaphor and symbol in each. Then take those ten sentences and write a flash fiction piece (500 words or so). You may use the sentences for the piece or discard them.



Different perspectives

Jun, 2011 (2011-06-12 11:19)

The Romans were masterful at stealing ideas from the countries they conquered. They were also pretty damn good at looking at old things in a new light, distilling out the noise, and finding the most functional approach to a problem.

That said, what I love about this article isn’t Roman ingenuity. It’s the way different people react.

The article itself tries to take this single ship at the bottom of the ocean and discover how it applies to the entire Roman civilization.

I look at this article and wonder what sort of eccentric person ordered it built, whether he was on it when it sank, and what sort of unique and amazing story that crew would probably have if dead men could tell tales.



The master seeks depth

May, 2011 (2011-05-15 20:40)

There is no real secret to mastering any craft. The difference between the warrior spirit and the common soldier is a measure of margins, a change imperceptible to the unobservant eye.

When the two kneel at a river, each drinks the same water, each is refreshed. Their experience seems equal in all respects.

However, the common soldier kneels for a drink and he sees water to drink.

The warrior spirit kneels at the river and ponders its origins; sees uncountable drops falling to the earth, soaked into the soil, welled up through springs and flowing through a thousand thirsty hands to reach his lips.