Thknaughts…
Pardon the Joycean melange. The sort of dream-like melding of three words: thoughts, knots, and naught, into one. Very Buddhistic. …
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Our Urban Eyes
We, in spite of our best intentions and ideals, see the world through urban eyes. We are born into the …
If You THINK There Is A Problem… You Are Part Of The Problem
I forget exactly what he had said. Something about subscribing to the doctrine of the amended reformation of Martin Luther, …
The Way Of Life….
“Can you, with the simple stature Of a child, breathing nature, Become, notwithstanding, A man?” —The Way …
To BE… Or Not To BE
I think I’ve already used these quotes. No matter, they are worth including a second time and serve as launch …
Symbols Are Not Literary… They Are Biological
Oh Jesus…. I’m sitting in a Cafe enjoying my second Guinness while a tall young fellow sporting a hedgerow mohawk …
A Sweet Aum To You… And The Friction
–Pollen Gatherer “Ineluctable modality of the visible….”—Stephen Dedalus, A.K.A. James Joyce, circa 1906, at the age of 25 or so, …
The Psycho-Spiritual Field
Nothing like a few cheesily amateur Photoshopped images to illustrate grand concepts of history and life. Call it a psycho-spiritual …
Don’t Ask Me To Dinner
Don’t ask me to dinner. Just don’t. I’m not very good at playing nice anymore. I’m not very good at …
Time Passes
It sure does. But don’t think about it and all is well. A bit of a sabbatical, from posting at …
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