Suspended from above

To be human is to feel, primarily. Sentio ergo sum. Feelings come and go all the time – traces of energy passing through – stimulating us to do whatever it is that we do. How we relate to a feeling depends upon us. We can ignore it – act as though we don't feel – dull and insensitive, we can resist the feeling – harden ourselves against it and attempt to deny its consequences (become a wall), we can hold onto the feeling encouraging it to develop into an emotion (become a knot), or we can simply be aware of the feeling as it happens and allow the body to respond appropriately. This last approach we call yielding.

The individual is the seat of a constant process of decantation, decantation from the vessel containing the fluid of future time, sluggish, pale and monochrome, to the vessel containing the fluid of past time, agitated and multicoloured by the phenomena of its hours.

Samuel Beckett

A mind not so much silent as without commentary – unpreoccupied.

the accusation that summons

looking for the invisible within the visible, the untouchable within the touchable

all language is an act of persuasion, an attempt to shift desires

like having to pass through a deep valley ... in search of a mouse hole that will lead to freedom

We go deep to dispel the very notion of depth

in the heart of the cloud of the virtual there is a virtual of a yet higher order

an incipient richness

To live out a life

a way of living that reverses the movement that created us, the movement that led from virtual to actual

The test of a good posture is how immediately and efficiently it returns energy.

one must master one's own breath – the most important and vital connection with nature

a state of precultural grace unsullied by language