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December 09, 2008
Through the thin veneer
There is a question in a poem by Thomas Merton:
'Whose space are you?'
It is haunting me, like an intriguing and persistent ghost.
So this advent, I have become a space traveller, stepping through the thin veneer of my words and deeds. Peering through the wall paper of my attitudes even - peering beyond, walking through, to the big space behind.
I'll tell you how it goes. Presently, it is just this enormous hollow, and resonant, like a great night sky. I presume it is me, though I have to say, i didn't realise I was this big.
You could fit a good number of double-decker buses in here.
Posted by Mr Bojangles at December 9, 2008 03:24 PM