07-31-2005, 12:01 AM
Well, that's just it. Who is anyone, really?
I've been out in my workshop all morning, chiseling dovetails and assembling a little drawer for the cupboard I've been making. Of course I drink my coffee as I work, and stop between processes to light a cigarette, which goes out as it dangles from my mouth while I'm concentrating on the careful work I'm so engaged in.
Tsk, such terrible habits. I'm quite unemployable, really. My shirt is rarely even tucked in! And on occasion I pick my nose with great gusto, because if I didn't, I'd soon be unable to breathe for all the cakes of sawdust which accumulate in it.
(Whew, glad to have *that* embarrasing bit of information over and done with.)
I use these habits. I'm a 'user'. I use what I've got to have more. I s'pose I *could* get greedy. It isn't like I'm not tempted sometimes. But then I just smoke more, and do less, and that seems to curb the greed pretty well, as self-abusive as it is. It isn't *really* a remedy, is it.
Maybe I *should* just exercise my greed for a spell. I could do very well! Absolutely. God, it's tempting..
But see, when you can *see* where you can 'be' if you wanted to be, it's quite likely that you'll examine this 'want', and upon doing so, it ceases to be 'important', and is not in dire need of being fulfilled. It's a wonderful thing, 'seeing'.
There are consequences for every act, every thought even. They are inescapable, and quite fascinating too. In woodworking this fact is ever-present in a very tangible way, but it's a fact even when tangibility is lacking.
Some cannot make fire. They must ignite by touching fire. Others, can die, and relight, whenever they please, to their heart's delight.
I've been out in my workshop all morning, chiseling dovetails and assembling a little drawer for the cupboard I've been making. Of course I drink my coffee as I work, and stop between processes to light a cigarette, which goes out as it dangles from my mouth while I'm concentrating on the careful work I'm so engaged in.
Tsk, such terrible habits. I'm quite unemployable, really. My shirt is rarely even tucked in! And on occasion I pick my nose with great gusto, because if I didn't, I'd soon be unable to breathe for all the cakes of sawdust which accumulate in it.
(Whew, glad to have *that* embarrasing bit of information over and done with.)
I use these habits. I'm a 'user'. I use what I've got to have more. I s'pose I *could* get greedy. It isn't like I'm not tempted sometimes. But then I just smoke more, and do less, and that seems to curb the greed pretty well, as self-abusive as it is. It isn't *really* a remedy, is it.
Maybe I *should* just exercise my greed for a spell. I could do very well! Absolutely. God, it's tempting..
But see, when you can *see* where you can 'be' if you wanted to be, it's quite likely that you'll examine this 'want', and upon doing so, it ceases to be 'important', and is not in dire need of being fulfilled. It's a wonderful thing, 'seeing'.
There are consequences for every act, every thought even. They are inescapable, and quite fascinating too. In woodworking this fact is ever-present in a very tangible way, but it's a fact even when tangibility is lacking.
Some cannot make fire. They must ignite by touching fire. Others, can die, and relight, whenever they please, to their heart's delight.