Wednesday, July 23, 2014

An Other Self

In our life, alot of it's unknown to others.
Here for only a brief interlude, I dragged my friend from Den Haag to Melbourne's Royal Botanic Gardens, where we did a circuit of Guilfoyle's Volcano. Everything you see can be different every time you see it.
I have to admit I like a grandness, but I also go for rustic, roughness and suddenness.

This is one of a handful of pavilions in the Gardens. It is odd, is it not, this dream that has been made real?
Glory be to both the constructed and to the evolving, the man-made and the organic. It's OK to say that, isn't it, in this world of ours that's become so hurt?
If we're dumb enough to obliterate nature, then we might as well obliterate all meaningful connection. How can anybody be wanting to shoot anything when the origin and reality of shooting is an expression and affirmation of life? Plants shoot up into the sky...but we're so stupid we shoot each other. Myself, I don't get that. Love and life are not about collapse. They are about renewal.
The swans are quite possibly wiser than many of the tourists who snap pictures of them. They just get on with their life, however peculiar humans have become...
Sometimes you take a different path to the one you might be expected to take. It can be startling, getting to  be an other self.
But it is known that comfort is available. In the Mauritshuis, Gerrit Dou's doggy is replete. I caught him napping. It's not like life is some kind of alienating experiment. It's a gift.


  1. As ever, beautifully put and illustrated. An affirmation.

    1. Paul, thank you.
      I' feel that like me, you perceive humanity to be in danger of forgetting its purpose. But we're here to remember that, aren't we?

  2. There's a builder working at the Priory who will shoot anything (people aside - maybe). He's a lovely bloke and makes me laugh so much, but I don't understand the chuckles and obvious true pleasure he gets at the shooting of crows, pheasant, grouse, partridge, foxes, deer ... whatever. And then, and then Faisal, he speaks about the amazing balance of nature at the Priory (but still wants to shoot 'my' herons and other wildlife). I simply don't understand him. I like him very much but very often shudder at the tales he tells of killing. What is that about? Dave

    1. Balance doesn't come when it's controlled, but when it's allowed to happen.
      I've had similar friends: likeable. But they seem to feel the world has been made for them, not that they have any responsibility for it.
      We need responsible people now. When Man takes everything for granted, there's going to be a crash.
      I dunno either, except I know every little thing matters. I know life isn't a joke. It's so beautiful, life, isn't it?

    2. can you defend 'your' herons?