I had written something here then stupidly closed netscape in a fit of bad cosmic convergence. it was something very nice and now it's gone. just like dinner, or the trash after dinner, or whoever just passed away.
I did save something, though, in my talk about planing young pine saplings in the shadows of burned elder trees: I was like delivering babies in a graveyard, having both ends of the cycle all in one place, as it always is, was, will be, and all that.
it was a very beautiful, zenly spiritual, and tiring day.
so here with the moon high and filling, I muse only this: could it be that in the end beliefs are only based on preconceptions? dogma seems like it's own self collapsing cycle.
"there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds, there's a lot up there but don't be scared, who needs actions when we've got words?"
I did save something, though, in my talk about planing young pine saplings in the shadows of burned elder trees: I was like delivering babies in a graveyard, having both ends of the cycle all in one place, as it always is, was, will be, and all that.
it was a very beautiful, zenly spiritual, and tiring day.
so here with the moon high and filling, I muse only this: could it be that in the end beliefs are only based on preconceptions? dogma seems like it's own self collapsing cycle.
"there's nothing on the top but a bucket and a mop and an illustrated book about birds, there's a lot up there but don't be scared, who needs actions when we've got words?"
Sorry to hear about the loss of an entry. I typically punch the wall until my knuckles bleed when I lose something to the cosmos. It keeps me on my toes.
And, yes, poly ever seems to make more sense.
I think I've probably written longer entries since then.