"Come to the edge", he said.
They said, "We are afraid".
"Come to the edge", he said.
They came.
He pushed them ...
and they flew.
-Guilluame Apollinaire
"Who we are from conception to death isn't the whole story, our life in the universe isn't the whole story, and the universe itself isn't the whole story...and a day will come when we all of us will have stars at elbow and foot."
-John Moriarty, in an interview with RTE
Posts Tagged ‘gwion’
the most perilous of adventures
Renowned for his wisdom, Solomon had spent half his life pursuing wealth, and another large chunk pursuing wisdom, and when asked which was better, he replied:
“The fear of God.”
I think Solomon might have had it wrong.
Bold words I know, but when you think about it, he could have at least articulated himself a bit better.
I think he got it wrong.
Neither wealth, nor wisdom, nor fear of God is better.
Posted in The Silver Branch, Tribal Compassion | 
Tags: amhairgin, bran, cerridwen, chuchulain, discontent, finnegas, fintan, fionn, gwion, human, medb, silver antlered stag, taliesin, tara | 
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of burnt thumbs and other songs
The second he put his thumb in his mouth, he knew it. The instant he put his thumb, burnt from the salmon of wisdom, in his mouth, he was in trouble. It wasn’t so much that Finnegas would be angry. Finnegas was too wise to be angry. No, Fionn was in trouble because Fionn was now Fionn. Fionn was now Fionn with all the wisdom of the world, with all the wisdom of Fionn. Nothing would be the same ever again. He could not stay at the river with Finnegas any longer. He could not stay with Fionn any longer. He knew too much. He was in too much trouble.
Cormac mac Airt was in trouble.
The moment Cormac mac Airt saw that mysterious youth on the green, was the precise moment when Cormac mac Airt was in trouble. The glittering branch could have been named “Troubles Herald”. Ahh, the sweet red of trouble in those the nine apples. Cormac was in trouble. He was prepared to pay any price for that trouble, the price of trouble.
Posted in Burnt Thumbs and Other Songs |
Tags: apple, bran, cerridwen, christ, cormac, doorways, finnegas, fionn, gwion, identity, life, music, nothingness, siddartha, silver branch, taliesin, trouble, unknowing |
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