People are always wanting me to unfasten my belt, or have fun, or go ballroom dancing, or iron my shirts, or drive in a straight line or walk faster or do some other kind of crazy shit.
Wikipedia says "an inert gas is any gas that is not reactive under normal circumstances."
Neon glows pretty good when you apply electricity to it, but that's kind of forcing the issue. What's wrong with neon JUST BEING? Do the other gasses chide it for not glowing? "Why don't you team up with a series of TUBES and GET ELECTRIC?"
In the old days, you had to have a girlfriend or a wife or both to catch the kind of shit you catch, but these days people are willing to dispense it freely.
A very un-zen moment for you. Are you attached to the speed of your pace? If you are walking by yourself, there is no question that you are walking at the perfect pace. If you are walking with others and they are all in the car waiting for you to catch up, isn't your pace a signal of your need to be the center of attention and your disdain for others? In the latter case, yes, you do have somewhere to go; yes, there is a timetable; yes to all those questions you ask in your post because, even for the zen master, there is a social responsibility and self-involved self-centeredness is not the Tao. If you're trying to teach me by example, I understand, but please understand yourself that I may not wish for you to be my teacher when I'm hungry and we're all going to dinner together. So get off your ass and move it, grasshopper. Poor baby, everybody's on his ass and he can't tote the freight. Poor baby. OK. I noticed you. You're the center of my attention. I feel so sorry for you. Can we go eat now?
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Not on your ass. I just enjoy the view from your side. From what I've read, I think you might like this blog http://genkaku-adam.blogspot.com/
You write and I'll read.
Mike, you're a lightning rod for the attention of those who think you ought to be something other than what you are.
I suggest you carry a little mirror with you. Next time you catch some shit, hand the mirror to the other person and tell them:
Stare into that thing and begin making improvements on the person you see there. When you get him/her perfect, then you can start on me.
I remain, tuned into your wavelength,
John MF Ex
Yes, I am a lightning rod.
People are always wanting me to unfasten my belt, or have fun, or go ballroom dancing, or iron my shirts, or drive in a straight line or walk faster or do some other kind of crazy shit.
Yet I remain steadfastly inert.
You are like neon---an inert gas.
Wikipedia says "an inert gas is any gas that is not reactive under normal circumstances."
Neon glows pretty good when you apply electricity to it, but that's kind of forcing the issue. What's wrong with neon JUST BEING? Do the other gasses chide it for not glowing? "Why don't you team up with a series of TUBES and GET ELECTRIC?"
In the old days, you had to have a girlfriend or a wife or both to catch the kind of shit you catch, but these days people are willing to dispense it freely.
A very un-zen moment for you. Are you attached to the speed of your pace?
If you are walking by yourself, there is no question that you are walking at the perfect pace.
If you are walking with others and they are all in the car waiting for you to catch up, isn't your pace a signal of your need to be the center of attention and your disdain for others?
In the latter case, yes, you do have somewhere to go; yes, there is a timetable; yes to all those questions you ask in your post because, even for the zen master, there is a social responsibility and self-involved self-centeredness is not the Tao.
If you're trying to teach me by example, I understand, but please understand yourself that I may not wish for you to be my teacher when I'm hungry and we're all going to dinner together.
So get off your ass and move it, grasshopper.
Poor baby, everybody's on his ass and he can't tote the freight. Poor baby.
OK. I noticed you. You're the center of my attention. I feel so sorry for you. Can we go eat now?
As long as it's not out of the bubble.
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