D Lockyer

A body and a mind? Two entireties? Or equally, a body and a spirit? No amount of dissection will reveal the beating of a heart separated fro...

What are we but a bag of skin and bone burning with the fire of life for a while as it passes its way through us from the beginning of time...

We build our lives out of layer after layer of meaning, each piled chaotically one on top of the other, each weaving in and out of the rest...

Snowflakes are important because they are, each and every one, the result of a causal process, and are, each and every one, different. You ...

The realisation that there is no internal world, only the external world internalised. The realisation that there is no external world, onl...

If we understand anything at all about the process of creation it is its reckless abandon, it joy, its uninhibited playfulness. It froths w...

Words fall like raindrops on the surface of a pool, each making their disturbance for a while, making patterns of ripples that soon die awa...

Word, constructs, ideas, ways of seeing, explanations, concepts, theories, discourses, scripts - piles and piles of words on words; each the...

You are right to distrust words, the warp and weft of their connotations are too persuasive. Our minds flow along those far too easily, far...

Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day [is] the evil...

Joy lurks hidden in shadow waiting to pounce unexpectedly upon you; frantically you search for her, but the more you seek the less she can ...