Eclectic Muses January - picture prompt
It's the tallest mountain in Germany. Lots of people hike here, you can take the cable car up some of the way and follow the signs to various hiking trails. If he had known there was going to be so many mountains in his life after leaving Sunnydale he would have brought different shoes with him.
At least this one isn't full of monks.
There was probably some sort of zen metaphor he could draw from all of this. Climbing and descending mountains in the search for truths when Sunnydale was a flat pancake full of cemetaries. Maybe Sunnydale was stagnation with it's unending scenery and nowhere to climb, and the mountains were challenge and intellectual growth.
Or maybe they were just tall and got snow in your shoes.
The signpost had stuck in his head ever since he'd seen it. Old wooden boards all pointing everywhere with a bunch of names he didn't recognize it was pretty much a guess in the dark if he was going the right way even with something to show his progress. There went that spiritual symbology again, he'd really have to stop doing that. If he turned everything into some sort of thinking puzzle he was never going to get anywhere.
Oz sighed to himself, he should never have read about the 5 patterns of thinking now he was unable to even just think without stopping to analyze which way he was thinking about it. Right now he was stuck in the pattern where the lines formed a circle, internalizing and coming to terms with something. It wasn't a bad pattern necessarily but it didn't lead to moving on. Going around and around in your head led hopefully to digesting something and being able to move on, but he wasn't really seeing the progress here.
Instead he was going from mountain to mountain looking for a way out of the thoughts in his own head.
Albert Einstein said the definition of insanity was to do things again and again and expect a different result, Oz cut off the thought that cropped up at that with Schroedinger's cat and infinite possibilities that exist until the action is taken, so maybe it was time to stop the insanity and do something different.
Maybe it was time to head home.
At least this one isn't full of monks.
There was probably some sort of zen metaphor he could draw from all of this. Climbing and descending mountains in the search for truths when Sunnydale was a flat pancake full of cemetaries. Maybe Sunnydale was stagnation with it's unending scenery and nowhere to climb, and the mountains were challenge and intellectual growth.
Or maybe they were just tall and got snow in your shoes.
The signpost had stuck in his head ever since he'd seen it. Old wooden boards all pointing everywhere with a bunch of names he didn't recognize it was pretty much a guess in the dark if he was going the right way even with something to show his progress. There went that spiritual symbology again, he'd really have to stop doing that. If he turned everything into some sort of thinking puzzle he was never going to get anywhere.
Oz sighed to himself, he should never have read about the 5 patterns of thinking now he was unable to even just think without stopping to analyze which way he was thinking about it. Right now he was stuck in the pattern where the lines formed a circle, internalizing and coming to terms with something. It wasn't a bad pattern necessarily but it didn't lead to moving on. Going around and around in your head led hopefully to digesting something and being able to move on, but he wasn't really seeing the progress here.
Instead he was going from mountain to mountain looking for a way out of the thoughts in his own head.
Albert Einstein said the definition of insanity was to do things again and again and expect a different result, Oz cut off the thought that cropped up at that with Schroedinger's cat and infinite possibilities that exist until the action is taken, so maybe it was time to stop the insanity and do something different.
Maybe it was time to head home.