July 27th, 2020

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Poem of the day


— Thomas Hood

There is a silence where hath been no sound,

   There is a silence where no sound may be,

   In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,

Or in the wide desert where no life is found,

Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;

   No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,

   But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,

That never spoke, over the idle ground:

But in green ruins, in the desolate walls

   Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,

Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,

   And owls, that flit continually between,

Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,

There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone.

Source: Poets of the English Language

(Viking Press, 1950)

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The games we play

“Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.”
Henry David Thoreau, Walden

“Life games reflect life aims. And the games men choose to play indicate not only their type, but also their level of inner development”
Robert S. de Ropp, The Master Game: Pathways to Higher Consciousness

Good morning.

It's pitch black as I start this post. Apparently, it will be the 2,678th on Livejournal. That seems extreme, but then again, softly, softly as they say. I feel a book in the offing, if I've the time to sift through the entrails.

I've gone back to listening to Night Tracks on BBC Sounds. I don't know if it's available outside the UK, but it's a beautifully curated series of delicate, flowing songs and tracks that are as perfect for midnight as they are for 5 am — my waking hour. 

And (of course) the coffee is poured. 

I've no idea where Alfie is — he's not in the lounge, his normal nightly abode — and so I guess that means he's asleep with daughter #3. Never mind, I'll have him up in an hour or so, as I stride out the door. (I won't be doing an Instagram story today or for the foreseeable future; I think they've run their course.)

Why two quotes today?

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