_ I wonder what it's like to not mow your lawn.
_ You don't mow my lawn... How can you not know what it's like?
_ I've bathed in motels and slept in tubs. I swim my way to even wetter waters... Swim, swam, swum... Yes... there are wetter waters than ours. To the seeker the sought. D'ye know what ye seek?
_ The living realization of that which is hinted at by the word 'God'. To relinquish all conditions of existence.
_ I don't know that there's a support group for that... You may end up waltzing with your shadow, Chief... the tengo solo... Do you mind if I call you 'babe', Chief?
_ The keeper and the caught... What you don't understand is that I'm playing ball against a new wall, a wall you've never encountered. You're expecting the ball to bounce this way and it's already half that-a-way, babe... You're neck is cricked in the wrong direction... It's unnecessarily cricked...You don't mind if'n I call you 'chief', babe, do you?
_ A sharp blade on a lawn mower makes a big difference.
_ It is 'the difference', aside from the comforting roar of the motor and the integrity of the pulleys, belts and driveshaft. A sharp blade seemingly divides water... And the water?
_ To relinquish all conditions of existence... Isn't that a bit like shades on the moon? I thought so... and you know exactly what I'm talking about, you sly dog you.
_ I had you going, right?
_ Outside and high, low and inside... I'm waiting on that meatball.
_ I have medical offices calling me all the time. They want me to come over and play.
_ Expletive deleted... Chai?
_ Absolutely, old bean.
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... 'The days'... perhaps they're still to come. Tee-hee.
... I thought it was a bad sign when the grand prize in a raffle was home heating oil. What's next? Potable water?
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"The tongue has no bones" she once told me. That's how I can know what I don't know. Ya know?
ReplyDeleteShe told me the same
DeleteThe pointless battle between the individual and the collective, The Federation and the Borg. Adherence to one or the other brings all to the center where the bullet hole, the explosions, the ray gun and laser do their work. What am I to do or not to do? (a serious question for Shakespeare. Regardless of the side you move from; when you step off into The Bardo where past actions take place or not, where you see or not. When some know or not. Where you are all or not. The I or the whole where I land again and again (if I survive the center, I promise I'll be good or not). Is it an endless itch or not. How do you know the center if you can't let go.
ReplyDelete"I am I plus my circumstances. If I cannot save my circumstances I cannot save myself". Jose Ortega y Gasset, Revolt of the Masses, Europe, 1930
"Indeed, the attempt to live according to the notion that the fragments are really separate is, in essence, what has led to the growing series of extremely urgent crises that is confronting us today". David Bohm, 20th century American theoretical physicist.