Sunday 31 December 2017

amidst the falling snow


In a data-driven world, there is an urgent need - methinks - of meaning.

There is a notion among birders that we use to identify the birds you gets very familiar with... the 'jizz' of a bird. It's not really quantifiable or articulated. It's the 'feel' that the bird's being arouses in you. The spirit of the bird, if you will. A sense given off by the gestalt whole that is greater than the sum of its parts.

Much alike, the world seems - to me - in acute need of an infusion of... meaning, jizz, geist, spirit, artha, soul, essence... call it what you will.

Numbers need to be replaced with meaning; patterns and trends with consciousness of the beauty of each intricate nuance of being; analyses with life itself.

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I yearn to ground, send feelers deep into life.

That could be what I pursue in life. Capture the geist of people, places, things. Articulate it. Feel the spirit of each doxel of experience. Drive the semantics deep into the fabric of thrown-in existence. And be grateful for that carnival thus created in the playground of life.

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In gratitude, for life, for the world that has shaped me, for each of you who have made my being. Thank you.