[Image: “Turning Points,” by Aftab Uzzaman; found on Flickr, of course, and used here under a Creative Commons license. (Thank you!) The photographer supplies no information about the context of the photo, but other information at that Flickr page makes me believe it may be an aerial view of a scene in Bangladesh Alaska.]
From whiskey river:
Galileo thought that comets were an optical illusion. This is fertile ground: since we are certain that they’re not, we can look at what scientists are saying with fresh hope. What if there are really gleaming castellated cities hung upside-down over the desert sand? What limpid lakes and cool date palms have our caravans passed untried? Until, one by one, by the blindest of leaps, we light on the road to these places, we must stumble in darkness and hunger.
(Annie Dillard [source])
…and:
Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort. The mind has sunk away into its beginnings among old roots and the obscure tricklings and movings that stir inanimate things. Like the charmed fairy circle into which a man once stepped, and upon emergence learned that a whole century had passed in a single night, one can never quite define this secret; but it has something to do, I am sure, with common water. Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future, it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.
Many years ago, in the course of some scientific investigations in a remote western country, I experienced, by chance, precisely the sort of curious absorption by water—the extension of shape by osmosis—at which I have been hinting. You have probably never experienced in yourself the meandering roots of a whole watershed or felt your outstretched fingers touching, by some kind of clairvoyant extension, the brooks of snow-line glaciers at the same time that you were flowing toward the Gulf over the eroded debris of worn-down mountains.
(Loren Eiseley [source])
…and (italicized lines in second section):
On Gambling
To a frog that’s never left his pond the ocean seems like a gamble. Look what he’s giving up: security, master of his world, recognition! The ocean frog just shakes his head. “I can’t really explain what it’s like where I live, but someday I’ll take you there.”
***
If you want what visible reality
can give, you’re an employee.If you want the unseen world,
you’re not living your truth.Both wishes are foolish,
but you’ll be forgiven for forgetting
that what you really want is
love’s confusing joy.***
Gamble everything for love,
if you’re a true human being.If not,
leave this gathering.Half-heartedness doesn’t reach
into majesty. You set out
to find God, but then you keep
stopping for long periods
at mean-spirited roadhouses.***
In a boat down a fast-running creek,
it feels like trees on the bank
are rushing by. What seemsto be changing around us
is rather the speed of our craft
leaving this world.
(Rumi [source])