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"There is a point where in the mystery of existence contradictions meet; where movement is not all movement and stillness is not all stillness; where the idea and the form, the within and the without, are united; where infinite becomes finite, yet not losing its infinity."  -    Rabindranath Tagore Why? I asked. The voices did not answer. I looked along the street and upwards. Above the rooflines. Into the depths of the noise. It was there that I found it and felt it. The stillness “Logic is the art of non-contradictory identification. A contradiction cannot exist. No concept man forms is valid unless he integrates it without contradiction into the total sum of his knowledge. To arrive at a contradiction is to confess an error in one’s thinking; to maintain a contradiction is to abdicate one’s mind and to evict oneself from the realm of reality”  ―  Ayn Rand ,  Atlas Shrugged

“You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment. Fools stand on their island of opportunities and look toward another land. There is no other land; there is no other life but this.”   ―   Henry David Thoreau I took a deep breath in and closed my eyes. I wanted the picture in my head to remain. I wanted the silence, the peace, the stillness to last. I wanted the moment to last forever. I had climbed the mountain. Now breathlessly I turned back to view the hills and valleys below me. I watched as the red kites soared above my head. Higher and higher they flew, soaring on a thermal. I was flying with them. I had surrendered  myself, mind, body and soul. The moment was beautiful. "Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life"  - Omar Khayyam

 "..lend me your heart and I'll just let you fall Lend me your eyes I can change what you see But your soul you must keep, totally free"                                               Awake my soul                                                    Mumford and Sons It rained pretty much all of today, Sunday. For a moment I was anxious as i walked to the supermarket.  I had no head covering.  But it was all OK. Not that it had stopped raining then, oh no, quite the opposite.   The heavens opened. But the rain felt so right. Falling on my head. A powerful tingle, a heavenly massage for a weary head. At that moment, I wished my walk had been longer. The blowy wind gusts and pouring rain, it all felt so right. Only...

“Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn't. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you!”  ―  John Irving ,  A Prayer for Owen Meany Spring has arrived. Usually a time of great joy, as we emerge out of a cold bleak winter. Look out across the shoreline across at a distant forest to a new beginning, a new chapter. But that didn't happen this year. I am reminded of the colour yellow, the sunflowers that Van Gogh painted for his friend Paul Gaugins visit.  Yellow - A colour of hope. But the visit went terribly wrong. Such an event would have a profound effect on Van Goghs life and work. Today we marvel and rejoice at  Van Gogh's great legacy. Van Gogh at the time at that precise moment never felt that way. A story of two opposite halves.  A world of total Joy. A world of total Sadness. Every so often in life we p...

"As I went down in the river to pray Studying about that good ol' way And who shall wear the robe and crown? Good Lord show me the way"                                   - Alison Krauss Yes. Exactly who are you? That's my question to you. Yes you. No not him, her or them. I am talking to you and only you. So its election time here in the UK. We have all manner of politicians and their elitist cronies now competing for my time. I will often attend all manner of conferences of the non political variety. Speak with all manner of people. Civil servants, advisors, and  wanabes.  Before me they sell, sell their bullet points, appeal to my inner soul.  But where is the authenticity, the integrity, and self appointed authority  by which they speak, from...

"Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone " -  Ayn Rand  A voice reminded me it is now 20 years since i started my working life. Will there be a celebration, a party, a cake? Perhaps an  award ceremony followed by long speeches? No. Thank goodness. Nothing will be organised or pre-meditated; as this can cause disappointment or at its very worst, deep injury.  Instead in true RubiRed style there will be moment of quiet reflection and contemplation. Much to my relief and also that of my parents,  I did end up with a proper job. I worked for large corporations (including a spell in the civil service). Here I met with the very sharpest of minds around who challenged and progressed my thinking, ideas and solutions, but unfortunately I also met with  the very worst of human nature too. So the balance of life or symmetry and patterning system of opposites played out fairly. 20 years ago an...