16.10.01 – Tuesday
At some point I find myself watching the clouds — the leaves are changing — some trees are already bare — but the clouds, the warm, the cold, the gathering, dispersing. Autumn puts me in mind of wool jackets, wood smoke, the break of apples, dust of books; also: steam rising from coffee; yellow-orange leaves against a sky the varying blue-gray-lavender of clear cloud-cover.
Reading Onians’ Origins of European Thought; according to Mr. Onians, the Greeks believed that the thymos, or spirit of consciousness (as opposed to the psyche, the irrational/unconscious, etc.) resides in the belly (pp. 44-89). He also has many and humorous things to say about sneezes (p. 103f.).