My Thinkin' Blog

Do you have a soulmate? Is it the person you last see at night before you close your eyes to sleep - the person you see first thing that you wake up? Someone you have an affinity with, a connection so deep, and an understanding that is - simply spiritual...so simple and straightforward that sometimes words are unnecessary. You feel as though they know what you are thinking - sometimes before you are thinking it? When you met this person you felt as though you had known them forever - though you know nothing about them; and you cannot IMAGINE them not ever being in your life again. Do you have a person like that in your life? Plato's story of soulmates in 'The Symposium.' tells us that humans once had four arms and four legs and a single head made up with two faces. They could walk upright, both backwards and forwards and they could also go down on four arms and four feet tumbling along at a terrific pace when they wanted to run. "Terrible was their might and strength,

This morning looking through my sock drawer, I found one polka dot sock two stripey socks (different coloured) - A Pink fluffy sock, a blue fluffy sock. A sock with hearts and one with stars! A plain brown one, A few more stripey ones all different colours -two white ones with different coloured bands, a pink one with a hole in the toe and one pair of simple white! The search made me think of the nature of individuality. Are my socks straining to lose each other to assert their own individuality? I did not think "perhaps it is time for me to get more organised"

I believe that the world from a human centric point of view is totally irrational. Life itself though is totally rational, unemotional-unsentimental and extremely creative. From the most basic unicellular organism to the more complicated one life finds a way. Some people say that life can be called 'the absense of death' but I doubt if that would explain what life is and life thrives on death. Think of the havoc bacteria or a virus can unleash in the human body. It doesn't matter whether an organism is simple or complicated..Life just keeps on going - evolving - adapting. That is what life is about.

Some people believe that knowledge sets us free. Perhaps it gives us the means and the tools to better our situation in the world; but I do not believe that it frees us. Knowledge leaves us open to all sorts of foolishness and stupidity. There is a belief that progress (or scientific advancement) is our species driven destiny but for all the good that can come from scientific advancement; a better standard of living, a longer life span- there also comes the capacity to destroy and kill on a magnitude never before imagined. We only need to look at the modern world to see the evidence of this. If you think about how we have advanced as a species you could become fearful for the future. Plato believed that the highest form of human activity was contemplation. There was once a time when being human was not so much about changing the world but seeing it. I mean by ’seeing it’ that there is a spiritual or metaphysical component to life that needs to be understood and explained. Plato bel

What of people who appear briefly in a life; lives that clash and meld- (in the grand scheme of things)-momentarily. They are as falling stars or arcing rainbows trailing across the sky tapering off in wisps ending in no particular place. They are the bitter after taste of dark chocolate. Time passes and they become vague mixed up memories. If they had a lesson to teach, a story to tell or a role to play in that life, that moment has passed. They have slipped into the ether of another reality. BUT WHAT, IF ANYTHING, IS LEFT?

Love is like a stranger who comes Knocking at your door. Some people throw their door open wide; their light shines out like the energy of a sun, bright, blinding - they are the embodiment of optimism and enthusiasm. They are not fettered by inhibitions or fears but are awe inspiring by their brightness and their boldness. Other people open their door, but not so wide. Their light is strong - it holds a promise.  They are imbued with a sense of expectation and anticipation. Their light may not be blinding but it is still awe inspiring all the same. And then there are the people who hear the knock at the door. Sitting at the kitchen table they dim their light as low as it will go - so as it won't be noticed. They do not want to be noticed, they have had their fill of strangers knocking at their door. Perhaps they have been consumed  by fear, or disappointments. No matter what the reason their light does not shine forth either blindingly or strong with possibilities. It does how