“How sour sweet music is when time is broke, and no proportion kept! So it is in the music of men’s lives. And here have I the daintiness of ear to check time broke in a disordered string; but for the concord of my state and time had not an ear to hear my true time broke. I wasted time, and now doth time waste me.”
Plato’s Kitchen Mates have embraced the ‘Contemplative Life,’ but we have not had a holistic term for the place or state of being where this life enhancing contemplation and reflection takes place. Yes we know “in the mind”, but defining thought merely as an intellectual product of mind-meat may rob us of the romantic and coherent threads and qualities of our lives the wide variety of metaphysical notions and reports have tried to address or validate.