The Net of Indra, and Ralph Fiennes

Lately I’ve been reading Lawrence E. Sullivan’s “The Net of Indra,” from A Magic Still Dwells, an academic work about comparative religion. It reads like music. Sentences like “It is a mistake to think of inner consciousness and our world as entirely separate” pass into one’s mind with ease and yet reverberate profoundly once they get there. I could spend weeks — months? — meditating on this essay, but with only minutes to hand I’ll post a few pages here in the hopes that this will inspire me to return it when I have more time, and maybe guide others to it if they have not yet heard of it.

Oh those unsymbolical scientists!

“Through your stirring entry into this pneumatic net, chiming in, so to speak, with your own desire, you too can affect the system of tones, the ripple of effects.”

On another matter entirely, is anyone else a huge Ralph Fiennes fan? I have been wallowing (there is no other word for it) in his movies lately, a welcome antidote to a hard winter. Feeling under the weather? My prescription is a dose of “The Grand Budapest Hotel” followed by a chaser of “Hail Caesar.” You’ll feel better in no time.