August 14, 2012

Of Donuts, Coffee Cups & Calabi-Yau Shapes

August 14, 2012

It's all connected. As Vincent cut the approach to #14, his thought of the the big donut he saw in the rack that morning when he stopped for his medium sized regular. Who would eat such a thing? Would office cronies share it, forks and knives in hand? Would one person polish it off and call it a day? Is there a correspondingly sized cup of coffee to go with it? He also thought of superstrings, hidden dimensions and the quest for the ultimate theory for all things. Actually, donut and coffee cups are the same (if one were working in clay, one could make a coffee cup from a donut and a donut from a coffee cup without tearing the continuum). The Calabi-Yau Shapes were just donuts with a twist--lots of twists actually. It was all just one continuum. "Look inward. Look outward. You're looking at the same thing. Nothing. No thing. Joshu's Dog. Time, space and donuts. It doesn't get any better than this," Vincent mused.

Vincent Carriuolo

Interests: breathing, music, literature, golf, art, snowshoeing, writing, kayaking, meditation, skiing, walking/hiking, theatre (preferably drama), comedy clubs, concerts, art museums, poetry readings, working out and elephant polo at tiger tops, nepal (just seeing if you're still reading). some favorite films: the bicycle thief, dr. strangelove, 81/2, the diving bell and the butterfly, babette's feast, being there, city lights, everything is illuminated and life is beautiful. favorite reads: 100 years of solitude; the short stories of raymond carver; the divine comedy; the power of now; j. krishnamurti's the book of life; the short stories of eudora welty and ethan canin; the poetry of t.s. eliot; matsuo basho and robert frost; the odyssey; the secret language of symbols; a path with heart; zen flesh, zen bones; gift from the sea; siddhartha and anything by: j. krishnamurti; eckhart tolle; jack kornfield; anthony demello s.j.; thich nhat hahn; thomas merton; shunryu suzuki, : meister eckhart; emmett fox and ram dass. play blues harmonica. like color: cobalt blue. like flower: paper white narcissus. last read: one hundred years of solitude (again), quotes: just this. --anon. we don't see things as they are, we see them as we are. --anais inn, a friend of bill w.

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