Truth and authority, dreams and experience.

"They must find it difficult, those that take authority as truth, instead of truth as the authority."

Nothing else has quite so neatly encapsulated my largest, erm, objections, with religion.

In other news; a couple of weeks ago I spent the weekend firing a wood kiln. I enjoyed several interesting conversations with one fellow firer, which circled around ways of seeing and experiencing. The conversations made me reconsider the notion of astral travel. He's been playing in other realms, he said, for so long that sometimes he doesn't know if he's here or there, without checking. The notion is one I had considered and discarded because, well, it's not real.

While completely overlooking the concurrent thought that this realm isn't real, either. Well, is and isn't, but that's beside the point. I again set the thing on a back burner.

As if to insist upon the point, a daily quote from the same week: "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." Poe.

Huh.

So I wondered, why not have fun in dreaming? My dream life tends to be a bit more fantastic than this one; I wouldn't mind if the present would fall into step, rather than the other way around. In any event, the question's back on the table.

Oh, and it seemed that somebody was looking for me last night. By the by.

a greeting

"be the ocean where it meets the sky"

"be the magic in the northern lights"

"be the river as it rolls along"

"be the rain and remember falling"

meant to post that for awhile.