Believer, too, that truth is what lies between the lines and contours of the apparent and literal.
Lover of forgotten stories--
Firm supporter of the idea that chivalry is not dead--
A man who at once wholly recognizes the world's sorrows, injustices, and pains yet affirms the world's undeniable (and more fundamental) beauty--
A crafty spirit of flashing humor--
Equal parts desert wind, durable blossom, splendid sun, and ancient, swelling ocean--
A person whose Halloween costume (self-made and worn every year) inspires people to stop, stare, and shiver with an odd sense of recognition--
Baffled--and quite turned off--at how many people on here claim to be bad at describing themselves. It requires only the barest minimum of reflectiveness and observation. Seriously--
Creature of foolish pride who promises to acknowledge when he is in the wrong--
Traditional mystic by natural temperament. (I have a degree in and teach philosophy for a living, but I remain, in bones and blood and breath, a devout hermit patiently and quietly simplifying himself to merge with the simplicity of that which is called by some God.)--
Loyal unto loyalty's farthest borders--
Cultivator of gratitude--
Refuses to believe, deep down, that's any such thing at all as a "nonliving thing." Convinced, rather, that even your shoelaces and the keys on your keyboard have soul, even if not in the same exact modality as men, mice, or malarian protozoa. But between "not similar to us in an obvious way" and "not with soul" there is a great difference. (For that matter, notice that I say "have soul," not "have a soul," for I also believe it is somewhat misleading to speak of "a soul" as though soul lived in pieces divided apart--concentrated little bits.)
Disinterested in pulsing lights and pounding sounds when these are presented purely for their own sake. Profoundly interested, however, in any of these and anything else when and if they help establish or affirm a real connection.--
Is sure that divinity is as much a way of seeing or knowing as it is something to be seen or known.--
You and I have met before. It's true, though very easy to forget! It isn't even necessary to bring in standard notions of reincarnation (Hindu) or rebirth (Buddhist) to say so, since the life of all things is one, shared among each and every. It is one life in innumerable forms, donning countless disguises and masks. And so, you and I have met before. I was a streaming ray sent forth from the newly blazing sun, you the breadth of space--receptive, patient--through which I flew. You were the bear at the river, I the fish you fetched out and feasted upon. I was the wind that carved, over time, your canyon's craggy crannies. You were the sunset, and I the vulture's wing made red as it rode the dimming light. I was the cloud, you the rain I released to replenish the world. Or something like that. It gets blurry. That's why we should catch up sometime.