Tabula Rasa
Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper void of all characters, without any ideas. How comes it to be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store… Continue reading
Let us then suppose the mind to be, as we say, white paper void of all characters, without any ideas. How comes it to be furnished? Whence comes it by that vast store… Continue reading
The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky–seemed to lead into the heart… Continue reading
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare to let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure. – Richard Bach
My guitar is my torch, my soul carries the flame. Make no mistake, I’m a true blues man. – Big Bill Morganfield
It is only when the cold season comes that we know the pine and cypress to be evergreens. – Chinese Proverb