travelling companions

“Bring me my Bow of burning gold;
Bring me my Arrows of desire:
Bring me my Spear: O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from Mental Fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand”

~ William Blake, And Did Those Feet in Ancient Time

(abolitionist preacher's diary, Maine & Vermont, ca.1860s)

determinism is the slave of free will

"All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone."

~Blaise Pascal


The desert is not always tranquil. Sleep is not always rest and repose. It seems that among my challenges is an overcommitment to varied employment obligations, and this is creating a dangerously uninterrupted continuum without respite. The struggle is helping to clarify the purpose of my solitude; this is part of the apparently grander plan of solidifying my spirit, and galvanizing my instincts. I'm being readied for something as yet unknown.