Yesterday was The Winter Solstice, that natural demarcation line that signifies The Birth of The Light out of the dark womb of winter. It goes from the womb to the tomb of The Spring Equinox; where it rises after a different fashion. I'm not going to get into the whole Rolodexing (is that a verb?) kaleidoscope of the changing seasons... repeating themselves ad infinitum... or at least so far as the mortal perspective can tell.
This is The Land of The Blind here. It is the place where the one-eyed man is king, BUT... perhaps that is a reference to, “if thine eye be single,” and not to some anomaly of one guy having an eye left after everyone else has lost them both. This is The Land of The Blind because of Carnal Vision that sees everything through a heat signature, and what is seen... obscures the cool land of hidden lakes and exotic landscapes... of wonder opening into wonder... that awaits beyond it.
It is this same blindness that obscures the presence of The Great Companions... who live in The Land of Hidden Lakes and Exotic Landscapes or by shores of that land which exists beyond The Ocean of Birth and Death. Cold Mountain rises into a crown of mist... out of the seemingly endless forest that surrounds it.
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