The mind still works...or so I think. The double-entendre of the human condition and the whirling spirit of the eternal creative being seem to be craftily devoid of great direction and maybe that's the point. What is this moment? I tell myself what are you doing? You know what you want to do so why aren't you doing it? This daily struggle to perform at a capacity that is besides me as if in some sort of dream state that is stagnant and crippling. When this reality or existence seems to have chosen me I question with great confusion what is next? I'm sure this is no news to anyone. The moments of quasi-clarity seem to strike only fleetingly when I crawl back into myself. Perhaps those moments are the few brushes with my apparition self the one that parallels strangely as a mocking and sardonic id laudable to nothingness. Sticks and stones can and will kill you. This purge has been brought to you by a blue-collar scholar.
Now on to a different reality. asifun
Compulsory yours,
R
after writing this i stumbled upon this:
When a superior man hears of the Tao,he immediately begins to embody it.When an average man hears of the Tao,he half believes it, half doubts it.When a foolish man hears of the Tao,he laughs out loud.If he didn't laugh,it wouldn't be the Tao.Thus it is said:The path into the light seems dark,the path forward seems to go back,the direct path seems long,true power seems weak,true purity seems tarnished,true steadfastness seems changeable,true clarity seems obscure,the greatest art seems unsophisticated,the greatest love seems indifferent,the greatest wisdom seems childish.The Tao is nowhere to be found.Yet it nourishes and completes all things.
from the Daily Tao for Thurs. Dec 18th
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