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I once walked a lonely path, that threaded its way so elegantly, throughout that vast and wooded sea. I had thought to walk for peace of mind; for that calm and refreshing clarity, that comes from long unbroken solitude. But instead, to my increased confusion, knowing as I do that all men walk with the seeds of chaos and confusion buried in their hearts, I found that my thoughts walked with me, down that lonely mountain path. My attention lingered, as it were, on the roughness of the track, and from there leapt from wood to sky, to consider the path itself. Such a wondrous creature, this winding thing, such a strange and marvelous structure! So simple to see, to comprehend, upon ones first inspection, but upon further query and strain of ones senses, one sees that indeed, against all sane reason, it warrants some further reflection! Oh true, very true, this thing of which I speak, so endearingly, is merely a track, an ignominious scratch, stretching its dusty way through these unending woods, but think, for a moment, simply think, about all this, all that I have to say, regarding this humble path. Think how it stretches, for miles, for years! All unbroken and unwearied continuing on through cracked gorge and wooded valley, over hills and mountains tall, never speaking a word of complaint or discomfort, only seeking to deposit its travelers at their desired destination, and continue on its way. Consider if you will the vastness of this earth, of the uncounted millions of miles that lie between her frozen poles. If you are certain of nothing, be certain of this; that this single path stretches the length and width of our planet entire, be it a dirt track through a sighing wood, or a goat path high among the jagged cliffs and peaks of Patagonia, or even the mighty ocean currents used by those unknowable dwellers of the capricious sea.  There is only one path, one long mighty river with innumerable tributaries, which stretches its way to the ends of the earth, and back again, and everywhere in between. Such were my thoughts that day, as I wended my way down that interminable path, and such was my concentration upon the fascinating madness that lay within them, that I hardly noticed that the sun was dying, and evening was coming on, and only when the light was gone, and the darkness began to weigh heavily on my soul, that I roused myself from these winding thoughts, and even as I did so, a light drizzle began to fall, which soon compounded into a driving rain, under which I was left to stumble and trip my way back down that terrible path, back to the small hamlet where it began, or passed. And yet I was glad, for I had gained, if not what I had desired, a thing of worth at least as great, if not more so, and that strange mad enlightenment which I had gained while walking the long and wearying miles of that mountain path would, I knew, remain with me, for better or for worse, for always, and for forever.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
christian-l-bixler
An Excerpt from the Journal of a Lone Man's Wanderings
I once walked a lonely path, that threaded its way so elegantly, throughout that vast and wooded sea. I had thought to walk for peace of mind; for that calm and refreshing clarity, that comes from long unbroken solitude. But instead, to my increased confusion, knowing as I do that all men walk with the seeds of chaos and confusion buried in their hearts, I found that my thoughts walked with me, down that lonely mountain path. My attention lingered, as it were, on the roughness of the track, and from there leapt from wood to sky, to consider the path itself. Such a wondrous creature, this winding thing, such a strange and marvelous structure! So simple to see, to comprehend, upon ones first inspection, but upon further query and strain of ones senses, one sees that indeed, against all sane reason, it warrants some further reflection! Oh true, very true, this thing of which I speak, so endearingly, is merely a track, an ignominious scratch, stretching its dusty way through these unending woods, but think, for a moment, simply think, about all this, all that I have to say, regarding this humble path. Think how it stretches, for miles, for years! All unbroken and unwearied continuing on through cracked gorge and wooded valley, over hills and mountains tall, never speaking a word of complaint or discomfort, only seeking to deposit its travelers at their desired destination, and continue on its way. Consider if you will the vastness of this earth, of the uncounted millions of miles that lie between her frozen poles. If you are certain of nothing, be certain of this; that this single path stretches the length and width of our planet entire, be it a dirt track through a sighing wood, or a goat path high among the jagged cliffs and peaks of Patagonia, or even the mighty ocean currents used by those unknowable dwellers of the capricious sea.  There is only one path, one long mighty river with innumerable tributaries, which stretches its way to the ends of the earth, and back again, and everywhere in between. Such were my thoughts that day, as I wended my way down that interminable path, and such was my concentration upon the fascinating madness that lay within them, that I hardly noticed that the sun was dying, and evening was coming on, and only when the light was gone, and the darkness began to weigh heavily on my soul, that I roused myself from these winding thoughts, and even as I did so, a light drizzle began to fall, which soon compounded into a driving rain, under which I was left to stumble and trip my way back down that terrible path, back to the small hamlet where it began, or passed. And yet I was glad, for I had gained, if not what I had desired, a thing of worth at least as great, if not more so, and that strange mad enlightenment which I had gained while walking the long and wearying miles of that mountain path would, I knew, remain with me, for better or for worse, for always, and for forever.
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Yesterday the birds seemed rather peculiar. The morning was cool, damp, rainey. A chill went through the air. Holiday season is here. People are frantic. Shopping. Stressed. Malls packed. Mom losing her toddler. Heart stops, cops called. ALL due to her lack of concern and sick addiction of society pulling her in to the latest trend, best deal, better product. Is it really better? Or are you being brainwashed? Do you need it? You do zero research. You just believe the retailer. Ignore your child. Are you really better? Then the next person you judge? They are judging you. Be careful. Mom's in tears. People everywhere. Good people in the world. Child found. Heartbeats again. Life rethought. Retail therapy over. Therapy considered. Life goes on. Birds fly by.
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
MindFULLCah
12.12.2015
Yesterday the birds seemed rather peculiar. The morning was cool, damp, rainey. A chill went through the air. Holiday season is here. People are frantic. Shopping. Stressed. Malls packed. Mom losing her toddler. Heart stops, cops called. ALL due to her lack of concern and sick addiction of society pulling her in to the latest trend, best deal, better product. Is it really better? Or are you being brainwashed? Do you need it? You do zero research. You just believe the retailer. Ignore your child. Are you really better? Then the next person you judge? They are judging you. Be careful. Mom's in tears. People everywhere. Good people in the world. Child found. Heartbeats again. Life rethought. Retail therapy over. Therapy considered. Life goes on. Birds fly by.
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