'zen' and New Year resolution to not be stuck in the silly title thing where one's self important little thought is deified into something deserving a larger font and bit o' bold.
Though so little shared lexicon makes it almost impossible to share anything with anyone - methinks that's what this awful 'party people' thing gobblin all those pills for years means you can't see straight to read even one fine smallish book
Never mind speak of one of the finest - all the fat mygeneration forgot was once our bible
With that extraordinary artwork on the front cover which still brings something saying something real to my splendid mind... fourty years on.In a land where not that many bothered with that pollutin' and poisonin' facepaint.. they had better things to do.
Such as come to terms with death - almost every snivvely twentty year old i knew kindof knew it was a 'responsibility' and in doing so maybe that's how you learn to live...
Now.. at dusk in the most evil of all "theme parks" ( being reminded it is the same in German..) even if she hasn't even heard of her perfect little bible from her compatriot who did know 'zen' and put it rather well in his Sid
Funny thing you could almost plot the rise of the Fourth Reich by witch i mean the witchcraft vudu in the British or yank editions that were spawned with pictures of smiling soma munchers on the front
rather than the fine ascetic original cover.
because that is exactly what the finest 'zen' or finding peace book is about - no guru or preacher or even fancy second sight babe, has the answer, ever... the answer is just being a humble nobody
And meaning it. (i can beat - lasterautumn pictures soon, of a life as a deplorably untouchable... which arent fake smiley as if you know you made the right choice all the shit just washes off no matter what)
Anyway that's in book 2... long overdue
But i had no idea i would find in theme park central not only the best zenny/mindful of them all - indeed a rare real unpainted "bird" who also gets every moment of living IN the moment ...
In her migratory very small van " so let me ask you one question ...about condensation"
" so... that is a philosophical question i have to start with the real philosophical discourse on how this land went ill... and mad... ALL MEN will sermon on ways to stop it...to make THEM look good my my they go on for hours.... they cannot admit in their neurotic little control freak states, that you cannot.. control it... you have the first type that dribbles from the roof and makes you uncomfortable ..unless you learn to ignore it and just put all your diaries in plastic pouches.. the second they think they can stop ...with layers of expensive layering... treatments... spaceage paints... but you cannot ever... somewhere one little dribble always finds its way to the floor or into some unseen crack...and will rust ... they deny but it is reality... a rather good parable for why you should run away back to safety of over there..."
"lets get back to you.... your smile isn't painted on.. your moment is NOW.... your bounce is full power and funny... i can tell... i have fairly good fake-radar by now especially down here it is for tuning that second sight up to full gain..
" so tell me the story of.... after all those cancer operations and choppin' bits off to stick' em over the gone tits... and failed operations and second attempts at choppin bumbits to stick over the titbits... and when you just decided to let go 'lean in' to the three months left to live.... no more weedkiller pills and choppin'..no more 'medicine' no more cares in the world... just ... every day a new one, worry free... your lad, too, off on his worldly way, did your best, free....I have never met the REAL thing... ever.... but there is one last duty, responsibility, care... duty to him if you ever can, as i know it just doesn't exist: you do need to write THE book... of you... sleeping perfectly every night through so many death sentences..
"funny jokes who wone the war... and as i found Krauts can STILL laugh at themselves, Brits no more ... you alone really do have the whole damn thing licked... How To actually Live...no matter what .. frig if i had found your unwritten book a couple of Homeric cycles ago i wouldnt have really believed it... silly arrogant English we all are/ mewas... but if i had taken in only half well it would have just maybe been the remedy.... to every false word on ...spirit... all i ever hear..."
