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... being a diverfe collection of mufingf with naught of narrative to commend them…

“Let us … on your imaginary forces work. …piece out our imperfections with your thoughts.”

William Shakespeare, bard.


We live in the continuum.

Mind affects matter.
Matter affects mind.
Behind our eyes, between our ears, lies the world in which we really live.
The world which makes us kings or beggars. 
The portal through which the unknown invades and shapes our waking lives.
The deafening whisper of the subconscious. 
The deep and pervading rhyme to our reason.
The door to a deeper kind of knowing that we dare not open, but can never completely close.
As we think, so we are.
Change our thoughts and we change our lives.
Change our lives and we change the world.
Mind affects matter.
Matter affects mind.
We live in the continuum.

“No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings.”

“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship”.

(Being bird-related truisms from one William Blake – poet, artist and mystic.)

(A true story)

One day in the century before last, a farmer was walking through the English marshland when he heard a cry for help.  Investigating, he found that a young boy had fallen into a marsh and was sinking, so he grabbed a branch and pulled him to safety.

It turns out that this boy was the son of a nobleman.  The next day, the noble’s carriage arrived at the farm, as he came to personally thank the farmer and reward him for saving his son’s life.

The farmer refused all the nobleman’s offers, however, insisting that no reward was necessary.  Nothing the nobleman said could make the farmer change his mind, until another young boy entered the house.  Learning that this was the farmer’s own son, the noble made a different suggestion.  He offered to provide the farmer’s son with the same education and training that his own would receive, and for the sake of his son the farmer accepted.

The nobleman was Lord Randalph Churchill.  His son was Winston Churchill, who led Britain’s dogged defence against Nazism in World War II.  The farmer’s son was Alexander Fleming, who as a result of the education he received went on to discover penicillin.

This little exchange changed the world.  Penicillin has saved millions upon millions of lives, including – almost certainly – your own or those of your family and friends.  In societies that practice Western medicine, there can be very few people who have not been affected in some way by that conversation in a small, worker’s cottage.

The really interesting thing, though, is not that the farmer saved Winston Churchill’s life – most of us can find it within ourselves to save a drowning child.  No, what makes the farmer’s actions special is that he was prepared to do this bit of good just for the sake of it.  Had he taken the reward first offered by Lord Churchill – and part of him would surely have been tempted to - young Alexander would never have had the education he did, and the lives and accomplishments of millions of people would have been lost to the world.

So what do we take away from this?  Perhaps it’s that, no matter how mundane or insignificant our circumstances may be, doing a bit of good with our lives can sometimes be really, really important.

Like really important.

Gandhi once said that the difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems.  Even if the good you do never saves a million lives – or even one – it can’t help but improve the world somehow.

And that’s surely reason enough ...

He who would do good to another must do it in Minute Particulars: general Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite and flatterer, for Art and Science cannot exist but in minutely organized Particulars.

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

(both from William Blake)

The fool who persists in his folly will become wise. 
(Blake again)

So … there’s hope for us yet.
 (Geoff, foolish Merlin Bird member)