Signs Around Town (It’s All Illusory?)


Does “black” here refer to the artist who stenciled the letters, to the brickmaker, to the bricklayer; was it painted by someone who is color-blind or who was showing that for one who is red-green color-blind the word “black” would not be visible; or is the painting intentionally asking us what we see when we see the word for a color painted using a different color than that pointed to by the word?
This is such a wonderful demonstration of how words can confuse our understanding of the world as much as they can communicate. I think much attempt to put into words spiritual and mystical thought and experience suffers from this multiple muddling of meaning.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
A friend gave me this sticker of Durga, which I put on my current journal. She’s looking kind of sweet here, and her lion somewhat Aslan-like. Some images show her looking much scarier.
She carries an array of weapons, knows how and when to use them, and undeniably and fully embodies her own power. She is also described as being infinitely compassionate.
Do you notice what is written on those ubiquitous metal disks on our streets and sidewalks? Do you ever recognize them as access points to the network of drinking water, sewage, electricity, and gas flowing through our cities that so significantly shapes the way we live?
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.