and then our exile

The sun has arced over the horizon in a vortex of colour to merge with the firm interplay of tree-trunks above the window, casting slight care-shadows over enfrosted snow. i face six hours alone stretching from the now-point on, hours wherein i hope to do enough work that i finally can get to my desk--something i can't always do when there are other people around. For a week and a half now i've been constantly feeling the "need" for such, but the unfailing flail of repercussions has forced another paradigm. Noor, Usman and Ammi off to German, Asif Chachcha & Babaji to an auction.

i've begun seeing all as metaphor, which makes for some interesting times and much imagination. The best part of the past while: the sky two nights ago. i can't really say anything more about it, just that i ended up participating in this grand, empyrean manifestation of Absolute for forty-some minutes. "You know, i think there's a lot of stuff that goes on we don't notice". Yeah. But also it relates back to what i was saying to JG a few days ago--how scenes of intense beauty evoke in my own self a sense of pain, longing, regret, struck through by the knowledge that the Transcendent is so vitally, profoundly extant and open for all to see, while we of little faith insist upon confining ourselves--Fromm's "Escape from Freedom" applied on yet another level.
If you think all this evolved simply of randomness, you are a sad, twisted person.