Am I the person Im disgusted by?
I think of the conversation we just had where we decided that good and evil are just two sides of the same coin, that everything is one, that we are everyone and the universe, and everyone and the universe are us and maybe its true. Maybe the violent, the angry, the helpless, are the part of me Ive tried to overcome. Maybe, too, the people I love the intelligent, the passionate, the eloquent, are the parts of me Im aspiring to nurture. Maybe everyone is in a state of flux everyone is at some dot on the universes timeline. We start as the beggar on the street, end as Siddhartha. Maybe we try out domesticity, try out rebellion, try out all the things between the profane and the sacred because were all in that state of flux.
Maybe, though, Im just tired.
Somebody tell me a good joke.
I think of the conversation we just had where we decided that good and evil are just two sides of the same coin, that everything is one, that we are everyone and the universe, and everyone and the universe are us and maybe its true. Maybe the violent, the angry, the helpless, are the part of me Ive tried to overcome. Maybe, too, the people I love the intelligent, the passionate, the eloquent, are the parts of me Im aspiring to nurture. Maybe everyone is in a state of flux everyone is at some dot on the universes timeline. We start as the beggar on the street, end as Siddhartha. Maybe we try out domesticity, try out rebellion, try out all the things between the profane and the sacred because were all in that state of flux.
Maybe, though, Im just tired.
Somebody tell me a good joke.
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fuck,
when i started typing that i was just fucking around and by the end of it i managed to convince myself it was entirely true.
damn.
write something for my website, that you and your loved ones maybe spared in our bloody and unrelenting march as part of the ongoing 'War of Many Fronts'.
We start as the beggar on the street, end as Siddhartha.
Hopefully.
What did Buddha say to the hot-dog vendor?
Back in the '60's, Malvina Reynolds had a song that was something of a hit, called Little Boxes. It was about suburban conformity, just as you've described. Some things haven't changed, apparently.
Little boxes on the hilside, little boxes made of ticky tacky, little boxes, little boxes, little boxes all the same.
There's a green one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a yellow one, and they're all made out of ticky tacky, and they all look just the same.
[Edited on Apr 15, 2005 8:40PM]