17 May 2007

Nothingness

Rabbiting on and on… that’s what human beings do. It never seems to end. If you’re not rabbiting with others, you’re rabbiting in your own head. An internal monologue – as if, as if your body has been invaded by some kind of tinitus alien – rattling on and on – nagging at you, speculating, remembering, fantasising, working out. And people pass with mobile phones – rabbiting away, texting, interacting – or they sit as I am doing at computer screens tapping out messages, comments, emails, blogposts. It’s never ending babble – a gabbling, jabbering word pie world. Give me some peace and quiet and stillness. Floating on a wave of unctuous sea water or motionless beneath it. Hanging like a paper lantern in a still night sky. Listening to the sound of blood pulsing through my veins. In such a void, time would be irrelevant. No voices nattering, squawking, tormenting. Just perfect peace stretching out for miles, quiet and empty… pure nothingness. Like a soul medicine.

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  1. sounds like too much beer or such like to me. there's quiete & there's quiete. relax, chill..

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  2. MUDDYBOOTS - Perhaps if I lived on an east coast farm with the wind blustering in from the North Sea and the wolds to the north I might be less desirous of a bit of peace. By the way there was no beer. I might be going mad?

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  3. Down here in my patch of Devon it is completely peaceful and quiet (that's why I moved here), so you get many still moments in every day, and the babble is usually self-created (I can babble ad nauseam). I suspect most of the rabbiting in the world is because folk don't like the introspection that is the inevitable result of pure external peace - the inner rabbit can be the most disturbing of all.

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  4. Arthur Clewley1:04 am

    YP, I hear there's a chap in the corner of a pub somewhere in Sheffield who can fix you up with something that'll give you inner peace, or alternatively a weekend in our glorious county's north riding would do the trick without the risk of getting arrestes

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  5. oh dear, YP is pissed again ;-)

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  6. It's times like these of which you speak when I long for the ocean. In melancholy, I always find solace in the waves and sand and salt air. I believe I may have to plan a day trip. Thanks for the nudge :)

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  7. what a lovley pitcure jep

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  8. hello im from derbyshire not good on computers but learning been reading your blogs nice to meet you jep

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  9. Ever since I had a child, I've become overstimulated so easily. What you call "rabbiting" I call "yakking." Hmmm... both are animal-related.

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  10. Nice blog. You must be a poet as well as a teacher.

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  11. The top of Cheviot. It definitely resembles "Nothingness" as you look down over most of Northumberland's fine countryside, listening to .... well, nothing. Just don't take your mobile.

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