opinions and purposes.........

 

Here in Kerry I live among mountains, some of them almost touchably near, all of them breaking and raising my horizon, higher than the highest-flying ravens by day, high as high-hunting Orion at night.  And these mountains, all of them, have old names, the Paps, Coghane, Brennaun Mor, Stoompa, the Blind Horse's Glen with its three lakes and its almost perpendicular back wall, Mangerton Mountain, Torc Mountain and, not entirely eclipsing the Reeks, a cluster of Bens called Toomies.  Northwards, the world stretches away across the hilly, rolling lands of north Kerry and west Limerick.

     To live in a place so heartbreakingly beautiful can be a difficult blessing.  Sooner or later as I'd sit here writing in the morning I would lift my head and look out and, as arrestingly as a heart attack or a stroke, what I'd see would invalidate me in my opinions and purposes.

     Here, in such a world on such a day, opinions and purposes are a Fall or at least they are the agents and symptoms of our exile from what we paradisiacally are at the core of our being.

     There at the core of our being we are as pure as a drop of water on a lotus leaf.

-John Moriarty, A Hut at the Edge of the Village