Siddhartha listened. He was now completely and utterly immersed in his listening, utterly empty, utterly receptive; he felt he had now succeeded in learning how to listen. He had heard all these things often now, these many voices in the river; today it sounded new. Already he could no longer distinguish the many voices, could not distinguish the gay from the weeping, the childish from the virile; they all belonged together, the yearning laments and the wise man’s laughter, the cry of anger and the moans of the dying; they were all one, all of them interlinked and interwoven, bound together in a thousand ways. And all of this together—all the voices, all the goals, all the longing, all the suffering, all the pleasure, everything good and everything bad—all of it together was the world. All of it together was the river of occurrences, the music of life. And when Siddhartha listened attentively to this river, to this thousand-voiced song, when he listened neither for the sorrow nor for the laughter, when he did not attach his soul to any one voice and enter into it with his ego but rather heard all of them, heard the whole, the oneness—then the great song of the thousand voices consisted only of a single word: Om, perfection.
Regarding max lifts as of this post @ BW of 175 lbs:
- Incline dumbbell press: 110×4
- Weighted chin up: 135×3
- Body-weight chin up count: 33
- Body-weight dips count: 20
I notice that my experiment with the red cement floor has failed. I wanted a floor with a deep, soft shine, like those graceful old houses down South. But here, over the years, the summer heat has leached the color from the cement and the winter cold has caused the surface to contract and shatter into a pattern of hairline cracks.
The apartment is dusty and run-down. Something about the stillness of this hastily abandoned space makes it look like a frozen frame in a moving picture. It seems to contain the geometry of notion, the shape of all that has happened and everything that is still to come. The absence of the person that lived here is so real, so palpable, that it’s almost a presence.
For my 28th birthday, my parents and my wife treated me to a fantastic, though brief vacation in Las Vegas, NV. We stayed at a few resorts but the main attraction was spending time together and experiencing the shows and hikes that the area had to offer.
We saw the show Mystere by Cirque du Soleil, walked through the plethora of casinos, hiked the Red Rock, and explored the Hoover Dam. We enjoyed some exquisite Ethiopian food and Indian food as well.
I was able to take a week off from residency in November to vacation with my wife in AZ. I had been there before, but wanted to see more this time around. The southwestern US is phenomenal, with many hidden gems and trails scattered throughout.
- The hikes we did:
- Cathedral Rock – Sedona
- Coal Mine Canyon
- Grand Canyon (South Rim) – Grandview trail to Horseshoe Mesa and back
- Devil’s Bridge – Sedona
- Soldier Pass Trail – Sedona
- Hole In The Wall – Phoenix (Papago Park)
- It was a truly amazing series of natural spectacles. We were blessed to have great hosts – Sunny and Megha and also to spend some time with Amanda’s parents
Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.
Because of them, I know now what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories.
Wounds heal. Love lasts.