Thailand. Full moon, bright light beach. Shadows.

Yoga, in a hidden corner, facing East.

Calm, calm. Pushing away the pain and the worry. Smoking sweetly in the dark early evening, laughing, giggling, and eating chocolate with people I see myself in.

I could stay here...

There is a tide in the affairs of men,
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when serves,
Or lose our ventures.

William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar IV, iii, 217

There's a thread on Barbelith at the moment that I really like and which begins: There's a fairly well known contradiction that derives from seeing God as omnipotent�having unlimited power. It goes kinda� like this:

Could God make a stone so big that even He could not lift it?

If God is omnipotent, then He can lift any stone, but the contradiction, of course, is that His ultimate power ought to be able to create a stone that can�t be lifted�even by Him!

You can find it here.

Barbelith. Don't it rock.