No.37 "Fifty seven figures from somewhere" by george (10/31/2007) |
Dear Rin,
This script is very beautiful and something that I have wanted to see from you for sometime. I
admire greatly the character and movement of it. Rin, your whole personality comes trough your
letters. I thought of you everyday during the fires. At a certain point I felt you were safe and I had
peace of mind.
Something in me must anticipate your writing. I was scheduled to go to N.California on Tuesday
morning, October 30 but the Monday I struck down sick and had to postpone till Friday, still sick then
but going to pull myself along but my brother is here and said maybe I would like to drive up with
him on Sunday. “Yes”. Ach day I was looking in the mail for the ‘do not bend’ envelope. Two others
came in the meantime, articles from friends, but then this last day before departure, your letter. Why
do I look? Something in me says,” look”.
I was also struck by the beauty of the red sun. There is a story about Jesus and his disciples (not in
the bible). One day they came upon a dead dog by the side at the road. It was already rotting and
smelt terrible. The disciples expressed their repugnance at the sight of it. But Jesus said, “Look what
beautiful teeth it has”
Thank you for your {p.s.} that you do not belong to a particular religion. I thought so. You said as
much once but also your comments are always fresh and original, coming from your own experience.
Very refreshing.
The religion that I belong to is mostly hidden from view. Not because it is hiding but because it
cannot be contained neatly in any creed. It includes the essence of all in the Being known to the
world as Christ. For many years I have studied the writings of someone whom I have taken as a
spiritual guide by the name of Rudolf Steiner, who died in 1925. I do not know that religion is the
right term because of what it indicates. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say ‘spiritual life’ or more
generally ‘Life’.
Rin, for sometime I have been making these markings (such as). They are on one hand exercises in
spontaneity and o the other hand I am not so certain. They could be called nonsense. I would not
argue with anyone who called them non sense. There is something that wants to emerge and I
cannot attribute a meaning to them. Sometimes I think of them as an alphabet or index of form or
other times as seeds of form.
In a dram a woman said to me “keep practicing your alphabet”.
And I answered “yes, I am, but why?” She looked disappointed by this answer. Water cannot be
grasped. Sometimes we have to wait and see.
Now that I have heard from you I feel better. Always better.
My response is:
“Fifty seven figures from somewhere”
Love and Peace,
George
This script is very beautiful and something that I have wanted to see from you for sometime. I
admire greatly the character and movement of it. Rin, your whole personality comes trough your
letters. I thought of you everyday during the fires. At a certain point I felt you were safe and I had
peace of mind.
Something in me must anticipate your writing. I was scheduled to go to N.California on Tuesday
morning, October 30 but the Monday I struck down sick and had to postpone till Friday, still sick then
but going to pull myself along but my brother is here and said maybe I would like to drive up with
him on Sunday. “Yes”. Ach day I was looking in the mail for the ‘do not bend’ envelope. Two others
came in the meantime, articles from friends, but then this last day before departure, your letter. Why
do I look? Something in me says,” look”.
I was also struck by the beauty of the red sun. There is a story about Jesus and his disciples (not in
the bible). One day they came upon a dead dog by the side at the road. It was already rotting and
smelt terrible. The disciples expressed their repugnance at the sight of it. But Jesus said, “Look what
beautiful teeth it has”
Thank you for your {p.s.} that you do not belong to a particular religion. I thought so. You said as
much once but also your comments are always fresh and original, coming from your own experience.
Very refreshing.
The religion that I belong to is mostly hidden from view. Not because it is hiding but because it
cannot be contained neatly in any creed. It includes the essence of all in the Being known to the
world as Christ. For many years I have studied the writings of someone whom I have taken as a
spiritual guide by the name of Rudolf Steiner, who died in 1925. I do not know that religion is the
right term because of what it indicates. Perhaps it is more appropriate to say ‘spiritual life’ or more
generally ‘Life’.
Rin, for sometime I have been making these markings (such as). They are on one hand exercises in
spontaneity and o the other hand I am not so certain. They could be called nonsense. I would not
argue with anyone who called them non sense. There is something that wants to emerge and I
cannot attribute a meaning to them. Sometimes I think of them as an alphabet or index of form or
other times as seeds of form.
In a dram a woman said to me “keep practicing your alphabet”.
And I answered “yes, I am, but why?” She looked disappointed by this answer. Water cannot be
grasped. Sometimes we have to wait and see.
Now that I have heard from you I feel better. Always better.
My response is:
“Fifty seven figures from somewhere”
Love and Peace,
George