Looking back

Pleasure is spread through the earth
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
~William Wordsworth 1806
In stray gifts to be claimed by whoever shall find.
~William Wordsworth 1806
Illigetimus non carborundum
Of course, to say that life is just a gesture, an action without agent, recipient, or purpose, sounds much more empty and futile than joyous.
In the contrast world of ordinary consciousness man feels himself, as will, to be something in nature but not of it.
Sometimes the image of the physical world is not so much a dance of gestures as a woven texture. Light, sound, touch, taste, and smell become a continuous warp, with the feeling that the whole dimension of sensation is a single continuum or field. - Alan Watts