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Richard Bell’s Wild West Yorkshire nature diary, Thursday, 5th November 2009
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IN ‘THE ZEN OF SEEING’, Frederick Franck tells the story of a Buddhist monk who asked his master what is the meaning of life.
The master took the monk to some rough ground near the monastery and said; ‘That’s it!’
The monk complained that all he could see were grasses.
‘Yes, but some of the grasses are longer and some are shorter!’ said the master.
Even such an unpromising subject as the Delia and Jamie recipe books on our shelf
has that same delightful -
In The Doors of Perception the literary Aldous Huxley describes the eye-
If you’re obsessed with drawing as I am, you’ll find it strange that anyone should need any biochemical stimulus to see a world bursting with meaning and interest.
Instead of having drug pushers hanging around our streets we ought to have secret sketchbook pushers, to get people into the subversive habit of drawing and seeing the world as it really is.
Huxley was such a gifted writer but he realised that his brilliance with words was something of a prison; that there were Doors of Perception that he could open.
But if he hadn’t had been in such a habit of literary precision, his reaction to the experience might have been along the lines of ‘Hey, man, that was cool!’