Many a time have I merely closed my eyes at the end of yet another troublesome day and soaked my bruised psyche in wild water, rivers remembered and rivers imagined. Rivers course through my dreams, rivers cold and fast, rivers well-known and rivers nameless, rivers that seem like ribbons of blue water twisting through wide valleys, narrow rivers folded in layers of darkening shadows, rivers that have eroded down deep into the mountain’s belly, sculpted the land, peeled back the planet’s history exposing the texture of time itself. — (Harry Middleton, On the Spine of Time or Rivers of Memory)
In fact, only when we remember to be present to our lives do we realize we have been in imagination: either about events that occurred in the past or those that have yet to arrive.
Elizabeth I: Man’s head and feet are rarely in the same place at the same time.
The foremost denying force that prevents man from seeking and embracing a mystical teaching or walking a mystical path is the imaginary fear of this wisdom and the imaginary fear of unknown changes to his psyche and soul.
“Ultimately, ‘how’s it going?’ is the most futile and the most profound of questions. To answer it precisely, one would have to make a scrupulous inventory of one’s psyche, considering each aspect in detail. No matter: we have to say ‘fine’ out of politeness and civility and change the subject, or else ruminate the question during our whole lives and reserve our reply for afterward.”
― Pascal Bruckner