“The great Tao flows everywhere.
all things are born from it,
yet it doesn’t create them.
It pours itself into its work,
yet it makes no claim.
It nourishes infinite worlds,
yet it doesn’t hold on to them.”
--Lao Tzu, Tao te Ching

Once upon a time before memory, she and It were one. She knew not of herself as herself; only of herself as It. Then one day, there was a cracking and a splitting, and she found herself, herself.

She entered the time of memory, in which now is split from then. She could remember, vaguely, her previous existence with It. But this new world of only now was so enchanting, so captivating and beguiling, that she found herself hypnotized by its newness for a long time. For a time, she forgot altogether about It. It did not pursue her, waiting patiently for her return.

As the newness of the world wore off and time wore on, she began to sense that something was missing. What was It? Where was It? She began to search.

“When you look for it, there is nothing to see.
When you listen for it, there is nothing to hear.
When you use it, it is inexhaustible.”

“Look, and it can’t be seen.
Listen, and it can’t be heard.
Reach, and it can’t be grasped.”

When she looked for It, she could not find It. It seemed to disappear, but in fact It had not. When she reached for It, It did not seem to be there. But it was, in fact, reaching back to her all along.

“The Tao is nowhere to be found
Yet it nourishes and completes all things.”

Unbeknownst to her, It supported her, enfolded her, propelled her. She was the arrow, and It was the bow from which she was shot. Whatever her velocity, or the distance she traveled, It was always with her.

There came a magical time of rediscovery, when she became cognizant of It. She began to play with It. She began to trust It.

“She who is centered in the Tao
can go where she wishes, without danger.”

She decided that she wished to travel, knowing then that It would always be with her. It carried her through her many adventures, opening her eyes and mind so that she could see more clearly what was before her.

“Thus the Master travels all day
without leaving home.
However splendid the views,
she stays serenely in herself.”

As she grew older, her life became more centered in It. She recognized that It was more than a source of safety and energy that sustained her.

She recognized It as herself.

“You are led through your lifetime by the inner learning creature, the playful spiritual being that is your real self.”
-- Richard Bach, Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah

The Lord replied, “The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand were when I carried you.”
-- Mary Stevenson, “Footprints in the Sand”

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antigeekess Nov. 10, 2009 @ 10:25 p.m.

Oh, this is SO special. I just noticed that all our comments are appearing centered, as well -- just because the last bit of text in the blog entry is!

Now THAT is screwed up!!!


antigeekess Nov. 10, 2009 @ 10:31 p.m.

Oy. It just occurred to me. This blog entry has now become:

a.)hidden, but still here. b.)immovably centered.

The Universe has one droll-ass sense of humor.


David Dodd Nov. 10, 2009 @ 10:42 p.m.


Just edit it. Make sure you closed your last tag, that would account for the comments being centered.

The best tags for italics here: and

For centering: and .


antigeekess Nov. 10, 2009 @ 11:17 p.m.

Those were the ones I used, refried. You were right about that last unclosed center tag.

This is about as good as it's going to get, I think. I'd like a little more space between my text lines and that video, but I can't seem to get it, even using tags.


CuddleFish Nov. 11, 2009 @ 4:31 p.m.

In my first day in Poli Sci at City the prof mentioned that he had done a paper for a class but had found it difficult because of the translation: He wrote the words "Green Green" on the board. "Oh," I said, "you did Lorca!" He laughed and said, "I did Lorca."

So I wrote him a short paper on the differences in the sounds between "Green how I want you green." and "Verde que te quiero verde."



David Dodd Nov. 10, 2009 @ 11:32 p.m.

Ah. Easy fix, the vertical spaces.

Use ""

In other words, to ensure at least one extra blank line inbetween paragraphs, insert , like this:

fhsdajkl fhsdjaklh dfhajdkfl hkl asdkfj fdaskfj dfasjkdl dasfjkl.

rueqwioprioe vczmv,m. tuiwreop jasdfk.

tags are sort of useless in most weblog-based applications.

Note: does not require a closing tag.


FullFlavorPike Nov. 11, 2009 @ midnight

The Reader blogserver has a funky way of tackling certain HTML tags, yo! I usually have to edit my blog a few times before it looks right. Try throwing six or seven footnotes in there sometimes. Sheesh. I think it's because the software is able to translate SOME key entries into code but not all. There are codes for displaying text as entered, but I dunno em off the top 'o my head. It's frustrating, but your entry looks good now, so way to plug at it!


David Dodd Nov. 11, 2009 @ 12:10 a.m.

If she wants more space between the vid embed, she just has to edit it to read:



So far as your footnotes, Pike, the numbers come out clear, but the lack of notes at the bottom are often missing. I don't know what you're after or what tags you're using, but since the actual numbers next to the references in the text are turning out okay, I'm assuming that whatever you're doing at the bottom isn't working.

If you just want smaller text to match the footnote number, simply do this (at the bottom of your entry):

(1) footnote one text. (2) footnote two text. (3) footnote three text.


FullFlavorPike Nov. 11, 2009 @ 12:29 a.m.

You just have to format the page breaks REALLY specifically or else the browser forgets how to count. I make it work, but it requires some finaglin'


FullFlavorPike Nov. 11, 2009 @ 12:30 a.m.

Oooh! I got the "midnight" snarf and the #10 comment snarf in one go!



antigeekess Nov. 11, 2009 @ 1:36 p.m.

"Now if you can just inspire me to quit my awful job I went back to. It KILLED my creative streak."

Uh, yeah. Tell me about it. I work for the USPS. Talk about a soul-crushing death hole.

The fact is, I was an altogether more interesting person up until about 2002 than I am now. I read a lot of inspiring material, I went to school and pursued my real interests, I thought a lot, wrote a lot, and expected that I would eventually be a teacher of some sort. Humanities, mythology, comparative religion, psychology, consciousness studies -- something in that area.

Programs like these... http://www.pacifica.edu/mythology.aspx


...were (and are) what really interest me.

It's financial reality, especially trying to live in California, that's prevented me from doing what I want to, dammit. I'm trying to get back on track right now. Dying while chasing a dollar is bulls***. I know better, but I also don't want to join the ranks of Cali's homeless students.

I've been recently reinspired by a young friend on YouTube, who's reminded me of some of the great books I still have, which I haven't read in 15-20 years. I'm taking a second look at that material, and revisiting some of my old papers.

I'm also trying to remind myself on a daily basis of something I've known for years -- that often, addressing problems head-on is not the way to solve them. Rather than seeking answers directly (while dwelling on a level where they do not exist and cannot be found) raise your energy and consciousness level until you are elevated to the domain where they readily present themselves -- where they come to you.

To relate it back to the blog entry, I think that the answers we seek exist in the flow of the Tao. I also think that if we're expending our energy chasing money, we're out of that flow.

Keep working on it, Grant. So will I.


CuddleFish Nov. 11, 2009 @ 5:18 a.m.

Okay, back to read, AG, and I see you've fixed your probs. :)

I watched that video last time you posted it, nice that you came back to write a thread around it. The whole piece has a good flow and does what you want it to do, or almost, since we are so limited in our editing capacity here.

Thanks, I enjoyed this. xxx


SDaniels Nov. 11, 2009 @ 2:18 p.m.

"...often, addressing problems head-on is not the way to solve them. Rather than seeking answers directly (while dwelling on a level where they do not exist and cannot be found) raise your energy and consciousness level until you are elevated to the domain where they readily present themselves -- where they come to you."

Very well put as usual, AG--and I too am very glad to see Grant back! Hi, MsGrant! :)

I am going to keep these words in mind too--as 'head on' has not always been the best way for me, either. As you know, I'm trying to restart my own failing 'career' path, and need all the inspiration I can get!

And speaking of inspiration, that dance performance was amazing, and I love the words you wrote to accompany its themes. Both remind me of Pablo Neruda on solitude, who has also come to mind recently after Pike wrote an ode, and Goat3fish started a conversation about opposites. This is your blog, so I won't include my ode in response to these words:

In its search for self-expression music sought out the choir's coral hardness It was written not by a single man but by a whole score of musical relations.

And this word which I poise here suspended on a branch, the song that yearns solely for the solitude of your lips to repeat it-- the air inscribes it at my side, lives that were lived long before me. And you, who are reading my ode: you've used it against your own solitude. We've never met, and yet it's your hands that wrote these lines, with mine.


I look forward to working with you in future, to bring out all of the talents hidden in that kernel, split over and over in that marvelous personage we call antigeekess ;)


antigeekess Nov. 11, 2009 @ 9:55 a.m.

Thanks, refried. I had used the tags to shorten the TTC lines, but thought the would be the one to set off the video. Took a couple of breakies before & after, but now it looks more like I want it to.

Thanks for your input as well, Pikey. You must have infinite patience for detail, with all those footnotes. Me? Not so much.

Have a snarfariffic day!



David Dodd Nov. 11, 2009 @ 10:42 a.m.

Anytime, AG.

And the content is, of course, absolutely stellar :)


CuddleFish Nov. 11, 2009 @ 5:35 p.m.

It's "no comprendo," AG.

From The Unfaithful Wife:

"Creamy tuberoses

or shells are not as smooth as

her skin was, or, in the moonlight,

crystals shining brilliantly.

Her thighs slipped from me

like fish that are startled,

half full of fire,

half full of coldness.

That night I galloped

on the best of roadways,

on a mare of nacre,

without stirrups, without bridle.

As a man I cannot tell you

the things she said to me."


antigeekess Nov. 10, 2009 @ 7:56 p.m.

AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!! This is all screwed up and I can't un-publish it!


David Dodd Nov. 10, 2009 @ 8:11 p.m.

I might could help, if it's a formatting issue.


MsGrant Nov. 11, 2009 @ 11:59 a.m.

Nice work, Anti! I have the day off and thought I would log on to the Reader for some movie advice and to read some neighborhood blogs, and here you are!!! This is a nice piece. You should submit it to "The Sun". I want to start writing again. You've inspired me.


antigeekess Nov. 11, 2009 @ 12:05 p.m.

MsGRANT!?! Whoa! You're back! Excellent!

Thanks for the kudos. I don't know what "The Sun," is, though. Please enlighten.

And please DO start writing again. The vid above so inspired me that I had to expand upon it somehow. I'm more than honored that my little crumbs of text have provided inspiration.



CuddleFish Nov. 10, 2009 @ 8:47 p.m.

It's still a beauty, AG.

I want to read it again ...

Thank you so much for posting this.


MsGrant Nov. 11, 2009 @ 12:41 p.m.

Now if you can just inspire me to quit my awful job I went back to. It KILLED my creative streak. The Sun is a small, independent writer's magazine that is supported completely by subscriptions only - no ads. It's pretty cool. I received my subscription as a gift, and I really like it. The content is all reader's submissions. Mind you, the subject matter people write about can be kind of heavy. It's not sunshine and roses. They also have great interviews every month. This month's was with James Howard Kunstler. Try saying that with a straight face. Yours would make a great poetry submission.


antigeekess Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:12 p.m.

"We've never met, and yet it's your hands that wrote these lines, with mine."

Wow. Neruda was one deep cat. And he doesn't exactly have my problem with endings, either, does he? I think this was my first exposure to Neruda, in one of my favorite films:


Thanks, SD. :)


David Dodd Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:24 p.m.

A note to both of you: Neruda is even better in his native tongue. Many passages defy translation, there are so many more words in Spanish than in English. He was a truly amazing poet. I have considered myself lucky to have learned Spanish more for the appreciation of Neruda and Paz than perhaps anything else.


CuddleFish Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:49 p.m.

Garcia Lorca is still and will always be, number one with me.:

"Sus muslos se me escapaban

como peces sorprendidos,

la mitad llenos de lumbre,

la mitad llenos de frío.

Aquella noche corrí

el mejor de los caminos,

montado en potra de nácar

sin bridas y sin estribos.

No quiero decir, por hombre,

las cosas que ella me dijo."



SDaniels Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:51 p.m.

re: #24: Yes, I wish I could read both of them in Spanish. I do find the translations by Ken Krabbenhoft to be worthy, as far as my meager translation studies, and lack of Spanish, allows me to judge ;)

re: #25: Right on, AG and MsG. I look forward to rants of any kind from both of you--and no--we will not be silenced by the small minds or petty concerns of the jealous or brain dead. ;)


SDaniels Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:52 p.m.

re: #26: We must have posted at nearly the same time, Cuddle. I will chew and savor these words best I can without a translator--Lorca rocks!


David Dodd Nov. 11, 2009 @ 4:02 p.m.

SD: The translations are really good. As good as can be, probably. But I reckon my point is in the same vein as when I bought Rocio a Spanish translation of Mark Twain's Huck Finn. She loved it. But when I read it, I was disappointed. As well-translated as it was, it could never capture Twain's dialog.

Babylon sucks ;)


antigeekess Nov. 10, 2009 @ 10:23 p.m.

Okay, I don't understand. It's not on the front page or in the blog list, but apparently it's still up & receiving comments.

No comprende. :/

Thanks, Cuddle. I appreciate it. I had referenced that piece by Pilobolus in a comment a week or so ago, and decided I wanted to write something around it. I really do think it's one of the finest pieces of performance art I've ever seen. The technical aspects by themselves are almost miraculous. There are moments when they almost appear not to be touching each other, and yet somehow he's lifting her. For what this dance is portraying (which most people aren't getting, apparently), that factor is critical. And the atheleticism and leverage it takes to pull it off? Well, like I said, practically miraculous. Just stunning.

Yeah, refried. The formatting. All the italicized quotes should be centered, with the Tao te Ching stuff in short lines, as they appear in the TTC. I'm too sick and tired of attempting html tags to try to fix it right now, even though it looks like crap. Maybe tomorrow morning when I'm full of fresh coffee, I'll give it another shot. :)

As far as I can tell, there's no way to PREVIEW a blog entry before you publish it, is there? That's a 'major' problem, AFAIC -- especially when the appearance of text in the little box you're typing in looks nothing like the page is going to when you're done.

Reeeeeeally aggravating. That needs fixin'.


MsGrant Nov. 11, 2009 @ 3:40 p.m.

Hi to you, too, SD. Neruda. Nice. Yes, chasing the dollar is pointless and ridiculous. Ask anyone - there is never enough money, no matter how wealthy you perceive someone to be. I have encountered people recently that I thought were loaded that are having serious financial problems. They just have too much stuff. I am going to quit. I just have to work up the courage to be unemployed. There is so much stigma in being willfully unemployed to follow your dreams that, anti, you nailed it: talk about a soul-crushing death hole. I laughed out loud. We are willing to dwell in a soul-crushing death hole, just to pay the rent. Sometimes we have to stop giving a s*** what others think of us and focus. Focus on what is important to US, not them. This is my goal. Oh, God, I'm ranting. Thanks, anti, for starting your blog and kicking me in the ass. I have been doing some serious reading about living a simpler life. I'll be here to support your quest for living your life on your terms and being an inspiration to others. And you are still interesting. SD, don't ever let them silence you.


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