Wee Wisdom (18)

aphorisms and short reflections

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sometimes you have to be out of it to get into it



there are eyes everywhere for those with the magic to see



can't wait for novels to go out of style so i can start calling them antiquels



if you don't want to sound linkedin, tell a story



when i say AI tools i mean the people who are excited about them



one thing i'm good at is knowing which things i'd be good or bad at before i try to do them


i could fly a hurt



the narrator of my books is a postmodern greek chorus



everyone adds up to none
more than that is us alone
two times one and then some



you believe in a higher power, but do you have the courage to believe in a higher weakness



wife says yesterday offhand that we often have rainbow weather but never rainbows. an hour later, we notice a partial rainbow behind the house. this morning i wake up, look out and there's a full one over the hills right up front. my wife causes rainbows. what the heaven.



seeds sprout after the rain
if you wait for the rain to sow
there will be no harvest



the flesh is the ark keeping our spirits above the ghostly ocean, allowing us to travel on it, and to take nourishment from it, without drowning or being dissolved. every night we take a swim, but it's good to come back to the boat



i tried to finish this aphoris



people say i'm contrarian, but i agree with them



reading my books makes you smarter, and more attractive to the opposite sex



i use very few and simple tools in both gardening and writing




God is not everywhere at all times, though sometimes he does spread himself too thin. luckily he does have allies in many places, and we can call on them too.



sow a large variety of seeds and see what grows well without your help. plants are ensouled beings, let them have a say.



my leisure is a labor of love



whenever i climb a mountain i have this urge to just throw myself off it. not because i want to die but because, for a brief moment, i believe i can fly.




smoking outside
a fox in the mist




was going down the road feeling bad and this guy came to talk to me. i didn't reconize him at first but turns out he was Jesus, risen from the dead. the strangest things happen when i go out for a walk.




the significance of easter to me is no different than that of spring. that seeds can sprout and life can be renewed. except that it's the human who is the seed, and the tree is godhood.



i think the trails in the sky from the planes are meant to make communication between the earth and other worlds more difficult. of course other machines do the same for spirits on earth, but at least with those we still have some way of bypassing them. not the ones in the sky.



Jesus gives us a choice to be gods, like him, if only we choose to be human, like him




even momentous world events are secondary. only what is close to us, in body, soul or spirit, is important. every god and every saint and every angel works hard for this to be the case, helping us to be in the right place at the right time, hoping we pay attention and act rightly.




i just go by vibes. waiting for my heart to warm up to know i'm on the road to emmaus.




Bach was in a permanent fugue state




orthodox means right opinion. catholic means universal. i have an instinctive aversion to both things. and especially to both things together.

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