07-29-2008, 12:00 AM
And again , from the last chapter of "Tales of Power"
'Genaro's love is of the world...the earth knows that Genero loves it and bestows on him its care. That's why Genaro's life is filled to the
brim...This earth , this world . For warriors there can be no greater love."
"Only if one loves this earth with unbending passion can one release one's sadness....That sadness belongs only to those who hate the very thing that
gives shelter to their being."
The wind hissed and then I heard the distant barking of a lone dog....That barking is the saddest thing one can hear......that dog's barking is the
nocturnal voice of a man. It comes from a house in that valley towards the south. A man is SHOUTING throgh his dog , since they are companion SLAVES for
life , his sadness , his BOREDOM. HE IS BEGGING HIS DEATH TO COME AND RELEASE HIM FROM THE DULL AND DREARY CHAINS OF HIS LIFE. That barking and the
loneliness it creates , speaks of the feelings of men,.Men for whom an entire life was like one Sunday afternoon....not altogether miserable , but rather hot
and dull and uncomfortable. They didn't know where to go or what to do. That afternoon left them only with the memory of petty annoyances and tedium and
then suddenly it was all over..."
Castaneda wrote prose , but stuff like this is poetry to my ears.
'Genaro's love is of the world...the earth knows that Genero loves it and bestows on him its care. That's why Genaro's life is filled to the
brim...This earth , this world . For warriors there can be no greater love."
"Only if one loves this earth with unbending passion can one release one's sadness....That sadness belongs only to those who hate the very thing that
gives shelter to their being."
The wind hissed and then I heard the distant barking of a lone dog....That barking is the saddest thing one can hear......that dog's barking is the
nocturnal voice of a man. It comes from a house in that valley towards the south. A man is SHOUTING throgh his dog , since they are companion SLAVES for
life , his sadness , his BOREDOM. HE IS BEGGING HIS DEATH TO COME AND RELEASE HIM FROM THE DULL AND DREARY CHAINS OF HIS LIFE. That barking and the
loneliness it creates , speaks of the feelings of men,.Men for whom an entire life was like one Sunday afternoon....not altogether miserable , but rather hot
and dull and uncomfortable. They didn't know where to go or what to do. That afternoon left them only with the memory of petty annoyances and tedium and
then suddenly it was all over..."
Castaneda wrote prose , but stuff like this is poetry to my ears.