We inhabit dreams

Fernando Pessoa:

“The relation that exists between sleep and life is the same that exists between what we call life and what we call death. We’re sleeping, and this life is a dream, not in a metaphorical or poetic sense, but in a very real sense.

Pleasure itself, which seems to be an immersion in life, is in fact an immersion in ourselves, a destruction of the relations between us and life, an excited shadow of death.

The very act of living means dying, since with each day we live, we have one less day of life remaining.

We inhabit dreams, we are shadows roaming through impossible forests, in which the trees are houses, customers, ideas, ieals and philosophies.

Never finding God, and never even knowing if God exists! Passing from world to world, from incarnation to incarnation,  forever coddled by illusion,  forever caressed by error… Never arriving at truth, and never resting! Never reaching union with God! Never completely at peace but always with a hint of peace, always with a longing for it!

Today is always uncertain,  the sky is always far, and life always alien… those of us who have risen highest merely have a deeper awareness of how uncertain and empty everything is. Perhaps we’re guided by an illusion; we’re certainly not guided by consciousness.”


At the base of a bluegum tree: half a skull. evidence of a meal, the loss of some wretched animal’s life, it’s distress before a forgotten slaughter. What images from the cruel world of men dimly lit the interior of that skull, cut through by a butcher’s blade. Lying there on the cold dry earth, it reminds me of my own mortality, the fragile thing that is life.


What lies at the end of words?


Berdyaev: “The vision of another person’s countenance, the expression of his eyes, can often be a spiritual revelation…” 

Could the same be true of photographs of the human countenance?

And animals too? An animal’s eyes are also a revelation.

No doubt among the first eyes to see the Savior of the world were those of goats and cows. I wonder if in their animal consciousness there was any intuition that God was in their mist.

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