Sunday, 4 August 2013

Quinn's Epiphany

And the god spoke.

I put it this way. I could put it other ways. I could say that, when I turned to face the sunshine, the veil that clouds our vision was gone from my eyes, and for the first time I saw the world as it is.

There are no words for it.

Someone blind from birth can't imagine what the sighted mean by colour, can't fathom what this property might be. If all language were the product of a blind race, the world colour would not exist, and if one of that blind race were suddenly to become sighted, he would be unable to describe what he saw; the words would simply not be there for him to use, and this is the way it is for me: The words are simply not there.

But I can put it other ways, and I will, because that's what I can do.

I turned and faced the sunshine, ad the breath went out of me as if someone had punched me in the stomach. That was the effect of receiving this sight, of seeing the world as it is. I was astounded, bowled over, dumbfounded.

I could say that the world was transformed before my very eyes, but that wasn't it - and I knew that wasn't it. The world hadn't been transformed at all: I was simply being allowed to see it the way it is all the time. I, not the world, had been transformed.

I'm trying. Be patient. We've reached the single most important hour of my life, and I have to get it right, have to come as close as I can to getting it right.

I gasped, literally gasped. I lost my breath, seeing that.

Everything was on fire.

I can say it that way, but when you say that something's on fire, you think of the fire as being on it - as a substance that is on the thing.

That wasn't it.

Everything was burning. Yes, that's better. From within, everything was burning.

Every blade of grass, every single leaf of every single tree was radiant, was blazing - incandescent with a raging power that was unmistakably divine.

I was overwhelmed. In a single second of this, of seeing this truth, tears flooded my eyes and noc poured down my face as I walked along behind the novices. It was strange to see fence posts sitting dead and silent and cold in the midst of this tremendous thrumming effulgence.

In this vast, scintillating landscape, my nearsightedness was of no account at all. For as far as I could see, for hundreds of yards, thousands of yards. I could distinguish with and all but exploding with the raging power that animated it.

Again, I describe that power as raging. Look into a furnace blazing at its top capacity. Look into the heart of a nuclear reaction, perhaps. The power that I saw thundering around me makes all our stock images of power seem feeble. But there was no violence or hatred in this rage. This was a rage of joy, of exuberance. This was creation's everlasting silent hallelujah.

You know the sparklers they sell around July 4th. The world was ablaze with sparklers. Every blaze of grass, every leaf of every tree was charged with energy - packed, jammed, evanescent with energy, which radiated forth in the air irresistibly. The whole landscape pulsed, breathed, moved, was made iridescent with this energy. I think, with what can be done in film today. I could produce a cinematic approximation of what I saw. It would be magnificent, but you would of course know it was just a trick. What I was seeing was reality, was the world as it actually is, every moment of every day...

Providence, Daniel Quinn

Friday, 2 August 2013


I watched this movie on the night that my mother died. It leaves you with this feeling of peace and serenity...which helped carry me to the following 48 hours until I crashed. It is a simple movie but there is something otherwordly about it.

Watch it, if you're inclined to. Or come back to it.

It will be here waiting for you, to carry you through some painful patch in your own life.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Others who broke my heart, they were like northern stars...

Happy Anniversary...even if you never stayed together.

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you