Anxiety isn't escaped. It's discarded.
–Marcus AureliusToday I escaped from anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions–not outside.
Lingering smoke from the fires in Humboldt County
Another smoky sunrise.
Because, it's Monday and I just do not have the patience for anything today.
On treating animate and inanimate objects differently:
–Chuang TzuIf a man is crossing a river
And an empty boat collides with his own skiff,
Even though he be a bad-tempered man
He will not become very angry.
But if he sees a man in the boat,
He will shout at him to steer clear.
If the shout is not heard, he will shout again,
And yet again, and begin cursing.
And all because there is somebody in the boat.
Yet if the boat were empty.
He would not be shouting, and not angry.