It is 5:45 AM on December 27th, 2018. I woke up at 3:00 AM and so just decided to get up.
I’ve been playing with my Oculus Go that I gifted myself for Christmas and it is fabulous. It is the same as my Samsung Gear VR but that used my Samsung S6 and always had to cool down after only 10 minutes of use. So it is wonderful to actually be able to dive deep into the universe of VR and spent about two hours in it this morning.
I was introduced to this poet by my friend Nga earlier this year. She asked if I had ever read Letters To a Young Poet after I had introduced her to The Tao of Pooh. I had never heard of Rilke but kept him in my mind as someone whose works I should read. I then saw him mentioned again in the book The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying (Page 40. “The Western poet Rainer Maria Rilke has said that our deepest fears are like dragons guarding our deepest treasure.” / Pg 320. “As Rilke wrote, the protected hear that is ‘never exposed to loss, innocent and secure, cannot know tenderness; only the won-back heart can ever be satisfied: free, through all it has given up, to rejoice in its mastery.'”) I then knew I should waste no more time and began to read his letters. His very first letter seemed as though he was speaking directly to me as his advice about writing is something I’ve been doing for most of my life. As far as I know I’m the only one who keeps a life journal in which I write down my thoughts freely. I have a very acute sense of the passage of time and want to record my memories, and experiences; I want to live life as fully as possible. Every experience, every memory is a jewel and this blog is my treasure vault, my greatest possession. Sometimes I feel as though I’m simply a tourist, experiencing an interactive ride that moves along a predetermined path, yet sometimes, and with great effort can I change the course of the ride (or perhaps how I experience it) if I wish. Perhaps another soul is beginning this same ride in an identical amusement park and living the same experiences I now call memories?
I just finished reading the Tao of Pooh and I enjoyed it very much. I know nothing of Taoism but through the book the basic principles were easily explained. Without acting like the ‘desiccated scholar’ and going point by point and referencing this and that I think I’d like to summarize the points I think I learned that most appeal to me.
I only remember visiting my Grandparent’s house four or five times when I was a kid. It was located in a dying coal mining known as Bellaire next to the Ohio river, right next to West Virginia. Pulling up to the house the first thing I always noticed was how the sidewalk in front was new, unlike the cracked and crumbling sidewalks which surrounded it. After climbing a few steps one found themselves in a screened in porch which led to the door of the house.