06-01-2012, 12:00 AM
Dude...look around you. Right now. Everything you see...your whole life....your sense of "reality"...your "story of you"...is an extravagant fiction. That's the "rub", mon ami...the punchline. Knowing this...getting a sneaking suspicion of it, at the very least...guides one, if one is very courageous and persistent, to find just exactly where the rubber meets the road...to explore that interface.
Quit farting around CNN tripe, my friend. Neither you nor I have time for this ****, and you know it. I know you skipped on the opportunity to go with those sorcerers way back when...but *** all that. Water under the bridge. We still ALIVE. And as long as that's true, then the gig is definitely not up...as long as we're alive and kicking, if you know what I mean. Alive enough to act...to question...to persist...to investigate with our awareness...to intend. There is still a chance.....because that chance is always perennially suspended right beneath our noses. We've got this moment! Why...because there is something left within us which is able to be consciously aware of it....this moment. And that's the "cubic centimeter of chance", bra-sky. And it's huge....once we dive into it whole-heartedly.
Quit farting around CNN tripe, my friend. Neither you nor I have time for this ****, and you know it. I know you skipped on the opportunity to go with those sorcerers way back when...but *** all that. Water under the bridge. We still ALIVE. And as long as that's true, then the gig is definitely not up...as long as we're alive and kicking, if you know what I mean. Alive enough to act...to question...to persist...to investigate with our awareness...to intend. There is still a chance.....because that chance is always perennially suspended right beneath our noses. We've got this moment! Why...because there is something left within us which is able to be consciously aware of it....this moment. And that's the "cubic centimeter of chance", bra-sky. And it's huge....once we dive into it whole-heartedly.