Friday, July 2, 2021

Speaking of shadows

It's been a long long time since 1971 when I first heard Bob Dylan sing "Watching the River Flow."  It's one of my favorites among his lesser known songs.  Now, 50 years later, I am curious but not willing to pay the $25 dollars to watch him sing as I sit at my laptop.   ¿What's the matter with me?  (-:


Coincidentally, this morning I finished watching two excellent films by Martin Scorsese that moved me deeply:

In the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.
(Bob Dylan)

She knows too much to argue or to judge.
(Bob Dylan)


I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest.  I do not judge the universe.
(Dalai Lama)

I'm nothing special, just an ordinary human being.  That's why I always describe myself as a simple Buddhist monk. 
(Dalai Lama)


"... I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different from anyone
It ain't no use a-talking to me
It's just the same as talking to you

I was shadow-boxing earlier in the day ...
(Bob Dylan)


by Tenzin Gyatso

The New York Times, November 12, 2005, Washington
SCIENCE has always fascinated me. As a child in Tibet, I was keenly curious about how things worked. When I got a toy I would play with it a bit, then take it apart to see how it was put together. As I became older, I applied the same scrutiny to a movie projector and an antique automobile.
At one point I became particularly intrigued by an old telescope, with which I would study the heavens. One night while looking at the moon I realized that there were shadows on its surface. I corralled my two main tutors to show them, because this was contrary to the ancient version of cosmology I had been taught, which held that the moon was a heavenly body that emitted its own light.




Elizabeth said...

What a fantastic post -- all of your posts are this treasure chest of things familiar and things found. Thank you!

Colette said...

So much.

37paddington said...

Thank you for all this food for thought, especially the rumination on silence.