an old writer and his words

  • I AM THE EGGMAN

    It does so little good to wonder why things are not as you wish as they should be as they seem to me as they once were. Things always are, neither more nor less and even Humpty Dumpty understood this before he leapt from the wall in utter frustration at the status quo.

    Lou Faber

  • HIBERNAL DREAMS

    Outside, even the crows are quiet this morning, seeking a warmth that eludes us all. We all know winter has finally arrived as we shiver and try so very hard to remember the warmth of summer, the bloom of the lilacs and the magnolia petals falling gently to mark our path.

    Lou Faber

  • HOPE ETERNAL

    First day of the new year and there seems an almost palpable malaise that things are not suddenly different, as though the turning of a page on the calendar might somehow set us and world events on a radically different course: the fool would become wise, the sage would smile knowingly and all that to…

    Lou Faber

  • EOS

    Tomorrow the morning will arrive as it always does, eating the last vestiges of night, painting the sky in puce and crimson. It will foretell the rain that will carry our dreams down the hill and into storm sewers, eventually to wash into the lake. But in that moment when the sky is ablaze, none…

    Lou Faber

  • DAIZUI’S GREAT KALPA FIRE 正法眼蔵 二十四

    All things are born and die so if this world dies at the end of its cycle of life and we are here, do we die with this world and which of us will be first reborn. Only when the mind collapses is the world born only when the mind collapses does the world die.…

    Lou Faber

  • DIEM

    Slipping away into the night the absence isn’t noticeable and by the time you discover the disappearance, it is too late, and there is nothing at all that can be done, so you move onto the next thing and the thing after that, and memory will fade slowly, until none is left. If it was…

    Lou Faber

  • OR NOT

    He screwed up his face into the scowl that fairly shouted to all, “Don’t Ask!”. She knew better but knew also that she had no choice, “What’s the matter now?” “It’s just,” he said, softening a bit, “that I so seldom get the weather I need, much less the weather I want, it’s never the…

    Lou Faber

  • THE MATTER OF TIME

    Time is a construct, the logic of which is inescapable to be sure, and yet we constantly seek to escape, but the exit is just beyond the distant horizon. We are on the edge of finding the God particle, and somewhere in time Higgs is threatening to smile, for once found, time will cease to…

    Lou Faber

  • FORETELLING

      The chill foretells winter much as birth foretells death but for humans there is only the spring of childhood.

    Lou Faber

  • CHANGES TOMORROW

    Tomorrow will arrive as each day before it: it will snow or not snow, rain or not rain or be sunny or perhaps some combination. At this time tomorrow darkness will settle in and the clouds, if there are any will shroud the moon if there is any, and, if not the street light outside…

    Lou Faber