Occasional musing of a recovering fundamentalist. "Knowing" (γιγνώσκω) appears rooted, not in honesty and thoughtfulness, but in anxiety, ego and greed. Against this, we must beat retreat (ἄγνωστος). Here, unmarked waypoints, mundane and profane. Not an upheld lotus blossom! More, the slow peeling of a rather ancient onion. (A click, enlarges images.)
27 December 2009
Enter Year X, Millennium 3
In the beginning God created heaven and earth.
That was where the trouble started.
Before, there was chaos,
Which is what the wise man still seeks.
He divided light from darkness, dry land from sea,
But we got sea and darkness anyway.
Silly blundering old bugger,
Why couldn’t he have left well enough alone. - Northrop Frye Excerpts from Frye's annotated library.