The web is an interesting place. You never know what to expect.
Over the weekend, I noticed that I'm on the blogroll of a Buddhist-informed news analysis, political coverage & social commentary site: Empty is Form. In a list that includes Adbusters, the Center for Voting and Democracy, Common Dreams, Lessig's blog, and Urban Dharma, there it is, the Notebook of Sand. Fascinating.
I am somewhat surprised that I would be listed on the site, unless it relates to my multiple postings on Buddhist economics. If I didn't obtain my clothes second-hand, I would probably consider simple robes to accompany the simple, disciplined life I am trying to expand into. But by wearing second-hand clothes, I can still feel comfortable about combatting the waste and slowly paying my debts to nature.
The phrase "empty is form," gave me something to consider yesterday. I immediately thought of John Cage, but I knew I could go farther, or rather, un-limit my mind in thinking of this. I thought of the sound of one hand clapping and its relation to the sound of two hands clapping. And I remembered the words of Leonard Bernstein:
Yesterday was the day I began to think of the in-betweens, the emptinesses of my music, as music. As I practiced for my upcoming recital with my accompianist, Kimberly Trout, I understood. Small, subtle, but beautiful changes took place in my music. It was an amazing experience.