At dawn,
pure white clouds—
Theoria.
The days I cherished
are buried in frozen ground.
Theoria 【theoria ＜ Greek】
【Philosophy】 Apart from practical involvement, the intellectual perception of the essence of things with the mind’s eye. Contemplation. Theory. (From Kojien)
In the world of American-style pragmatism, theoria seems to have been buried beneath the permafrost. This is a New Year’s admonition to myself, as I continue each day to pursue immediate profit. (Since it is the New Year, it also contains “Happy New Year” 😀 Can you see it?)
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