self-gratifying deliberations on the essential nature of inconsequential truth
private musings pining for public acknowledgment
Friday, October 12, 2007
Got the last of the parts for my new steed, to replace my Trek that got heisted in Society Hill over the summer (Philly thieves are ruthless!): carbon Kestral fork, Selle Flite saddle, derailleur. The rest came from scrap lying around the basement. I do love Cannondales--taunt like bowstrings and light as a feather.
Ah you mongrel, you mutt! Ascend Mt. Hippopotamus Bark at the howling wind!
"I am aware of the need for constant self-revision and growth, leaving behind the renunciations of yesterday and yet in continuity with all my yesterdays. For to cling to the past is to lose one's continuity with the past, since this means clinging to what is no longer there. My ideas are always changing, always moving around one center, and I am always seeing that center, and I am always seeing that center from somewhere else. Hence, I will always be accused of inconsistency. But I will no longer be there to hear the accusation."
- Thomas Merton