Today's Zen Calendar reads:
"I stick my fingers into existence -- it smells of nothing."
-- Soren Kierkegaard
"Oh, so the lack of fragrance is at the root of my existential malaise?!"
-- Pawlie Kokonuts
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7 comments:
You're so rude.
Stick with fantasy - smells heavenly - wherever you stick your fingers...
Puss
My friend - it 'smells' like trouble is brewing...
Hee-hee, that tickles!
yes! I'm reading Kierkegaard right now in his anthology: so this is my response: "And what wine is so foaming, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!" ...well I just thought of that I thought I'd share it. That's the fragrance I like to smell.
I like to put existential malaise on my ham sandwich, although it sadly tends to make the sandwich blander.
Wow! That's deep stuff. I pondered this for a bit. I think I just have too much gas to contemplate the olfactory qualities of existance. Someone should have brought this to my attention many years ago before my body turned into the great methane machine.
Later Y'all
this one is on my work email sig file:
"Man stands in his own shadow and wonders why it is dark." ~Zen saying
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