Author: Peter Catizone
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Nothing about everything
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When we think we know everything, we know nothing. When we realize we know nothing, we know everything. Because we finally know there’s nothing about everything. When young, you think you know everything. When old, you know something, realizing you know nothing.
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Men with calloused hands
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You may think this extreme processing on my part, but then again, I’m an extreme thinker. This is a test regarding the honesty of our next-door neighbor. He had agreed to pay a $320 check but then tried to squeeze men with calloused hands. The neighbor wanted to fill a hole in his backyard. It…
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The art of the moment
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Camilla is madly in love at the moment… I said, Lovers, like Sunsets, each one unique and most glorious in its moment ofexperience, it will not be your last my dear. When on stage we follow the moments of script to complete the art of the moment.
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Truth
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Truth is the handmaiden to lies. Truth without love can be persecution. St. Paul persecuted the Christians. Then he found God and became a disciple of truth out of fear, only to continue his persecution of the Christians. Because without love, truth can be a falsehood.
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The Grand Finale
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Life is truly a stage and we’re actor’s playing it, maybe even going backstage when we die to discuss our new roles in God’s next drama. I’m sure screenwriters are jockeying for the screen rights to the Biden / Trump Election. Maybe they’ll call it…“The Grand Finale” Starring…George Clooney as Biden. How better for George…
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Going to war with himself
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The warrior saint Arjuna chose Krishna’s wisdom rather than his armies, in turn winning the war against his blood brothers. I always tell Hindu scholars: Arjuna wasn’t going into war with his blood brothers, that’s just a metaphor for going into war with himself. Arjuna was upholding his Dharma. They would ask, where did you…
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Emotions and the Universe
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I’ve been totally immersed these past few days thinking about the occasional erratic behavior of the Universe and why. Yesterday at the beach, smoking a cigar, I had an epiphany: The Universe has emotions!!! and like us, it can change its behavior due to its emotional state and consciousness. Cosmologistsfail to understand because emotionsare not…
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Chapter 4
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The Trinity When you’re young, it feels like you have to pick a specific model if you want to fit into ‘the system’. It’s as if life gives you all these tailored suits to choose from, each one representing a person you can choose to be, and a path you can take, according to the…
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Chapter 2
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Running with the Wolf In a world where you start out with nothing and have nothing to aspire to, pragmatism trumps virtue ethics. Growing up in the Italian ghetto you learn to move in many different circles. That sequence in The Godfather sums it up: in one scene, Michael is in church, baptizing his nephew, in the…
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Chapter 1
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My Parents and Early Life Minute by minute, I watched the slow arc of the sun as the light inched its way across the room. For eight hours, I watched it. In that time, I saw no one, spoke to no one, ate nothing. I was just 7-years old, and I sat there – alone…
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Introduction
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It was a long time since I had set foot in a church, but the compulsion was irresistible. St Stephen’s Roman Catholic Church in Boston’s North End stood like a beacon, proud and defiant against the changing mores of life in Little Italy in the 1960s. St Stephen’s had been my parish church, the place…
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When a man is blind
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When a man is blind he believes others to be blind as well, by the nature of narcissism. Unknown to him, his face reads like a map for all those who can see.
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Balance of free-form and cubism
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The booster rockets on the Shuttle represent thousands of pounds of reason and logic essential to the thrust of our prayers piercing the stratosphere. But if not dropped allowing the weightless silent engines of Meditation to engage, our souls will never complete their journey liken the spawn of salmon. My theme/sculpture had a balance of…
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Vivaldi and old memories
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View more on Snapchat The piece by Vivaldi triggered old memories. When Mary and I lived on Beacon Hill, I opened an art gallery near Louisburg Square. I put on art shows, wanting to combine the visual with the performing arts as one movement in time and space. I would make a stage out of…
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As the believer believes
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My friend Henry Caruso always took the mayonnaise labels off his jars. When people came over for lunch he delighted his friends by telling them he had their favorite mayonnaise. In Hinduism there are 3 parts of the basic levels of consciousness — Earth, Astral, Causal — the Causal being pure thought and final stage…
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One is essential to the other
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Power in transition is relevant to the goal, one being essential to the other. Becoming Vegan was more important then being a Vegan because it gave me the opportunity to become something else (which is why I’m no longer Vegan!). Tibetan Buddhist monks may be incorrect in their thinking that only the transition / journey…
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An Italian Yogi
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September Little Italy, the historic North End of Boston: I was born. My mother, narcissistic mean cruel and abusive, was perfect for me. The streets were violent — perfect! I’ll explain … I was 7 and too young to leave — could I breathe in a particular way to change my feelings, thoughts and how…
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Horseback in Oregon
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Being from the North End of Boston, I didn’t know vegetables came from the ground, I thought they came from Rosario’s Fruits and Vegetables on Parmenter St. As I was cutting down trees, I needed to find a way to transport them to the building site. Around the same time I befriended a blacksmith in…