cuadernos tibetanos

Still or sparkling mind?

blind eye holding the keys of life

Fit to skin margins, not quite

Fate lives within Calafate

truly a cosmopolitan mind

an inner or small door of a mind of its own

dioses fueron títeres de hombres .... Gods were puppets of men .... dioj estis marionetoj de la homoj

sleepers are in the most unbroken communion

my whitehead is flourishing slowly

barefoot Media

divisibilitas est passio quantitatis, perhaps

we can judge a god by its surroundings

sharp flame mockingbird!

 that depends in part on the depth of the mind

ideas propagating in a dispersive medium

the lake; falling flakes of snow

sun precipitations during the cold period

death is but a dream

Let the word wait under its shady silence

frost muttering inadvertant sore