About nine years ago, I stopped blogging. At the time I was exploring the ontology of desire and its import in terms of cosmology, evolution, spirituality, and human toil, foible, and -- one hopes -- eventual learning. Of course, I quickly came up against the limits of my own learning. In the intervening years I have attempted, primarily unsuccessfully, to more fully integrate the internal truths that are available to me. In the end, we have only our own perceptions, faulty as they may be, to guide us. On the bright side, we have time, far more than we realize, to slowly learn the lessons of trial and error. Mistakes are important. You can only avoid the ones you've already made. You might not remember having made them, however. That's where time comes in. I suspect we are all much older than this universe. If one follows the train of evolution from its inception as, say, a hydrogen atom, oh how long must it take if we were to traverse every form in existence? Probably more time than can be reckoned. T'ain't enough zeroes to complete that number.

 If you read someone like Aurobindo, it's all down there somewhere, or up there, perhaps, in what some Buddhists call the "Storehouse Mind." That mind, in whatever realm it might exist, would seemingly be Himalayan in its dimensions. How could one possibly fathom a mind like that? Well, in little parcels, that's how. Like a discrete and fairly well-defined life. The one you're in the middle of. How're you doing at that, by the way? Got it all figured out? Me neither. But let's explore anyway. Thus, I propose to make a quixotic and incomplete survey of that which presents itself to my own mind, at present. And then we'll take it from there. Shall we?