Avalokiteshvara & Joel
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Little Joel's voice and bouncing morning jolts reach through neighbour Kesete's and my common wall, as the autumn school recess - now labeled “reading holiday” to inspire the kids to lay down their smartphones and pick up a book - is approaching its end The usual weekday silence through this tenement building has been replaced by lively kids, bouncing and clamouring; quite nice for a change! I spend the early hours at the tail end of this week with Evan Harris Walker's very original take on existence called The Physics of Consciousness; The Quantum Mind and The Meaning of Life, but find that I need to skip back through the text ever so often, where I'd normally just breeze down the pages; the contents of the thoughts aimlessly embellishing my perception This fuzzy state of affairs - my presently strained and weakened focus - is the afterglow of last night's migraine incident I put the book down for a while, letting little neighbour Joel's liveliness paint som bright colours across the gray, misty migraine aftermath, while I lie back, my hands aging before me in plain view, as I picture all the neighbours, near and far, through this long building, as if the walls were made of glass; all the tenants clearly visible in their various stages of life - and I experience an almost Avalokiteshvaran compassion for these people, cast into their lives, coping the best they can, apartment after apartment, all the way to the far end of this long, lean row of cumulative spaces, outstretched through accelerating expanse and rising expense of physical reality, full of dreams © Ingvar Loco Nordin 2022
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