The
final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and
measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star,
there still remains oneself.
Who
can calculate the orbit of his own soul? - Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
It
is easier to sail many thousand of miles through cold and storm and cannibals
... with five hundred men and boys to assist one, than it is to explore the
private sea, the Atlantic and Pacific Ocean of one's being. -
Henry David Thoreau
What does
it feel like to delve into your dark secrets, fears, deep satisfactions?
Take time
to examine a confusion of yourself.
Search out
a mystery you cannot solve.
Notice
which habits chase you? Speed up.
Search for
laughter in odd places.
Make fun of
misdeeds and express it.
Find a
friend in frivolity.
Put a few
ghosts to rest.
Imagine how the orbit of your soul sparks curiosity.
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