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I don’t know why my
pain is less than yours tonight. It may not be tomorrow. While it is, I can say:
you’re time will come. You’re time will come. |
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Trees are our best
teachers. The extent to which you find that idea ridiculous or irrelevant indicates the
extent to which you are immersed in and controlled by the idols of the age and place. |
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As a child you swang and
jumped, hurtling forward in a flying arc. That freedom and more is available and
accessible. Neither I nor anyone can give it to you. The way can be pointed at. Love,
power, money, piety, knowledge, wisdom—none will take you to or along the way. Only
the naked, gentlest you can find or walk it. |
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Knock loudly and
persistently. I will answer eventually. (Analogy, not megalomania.) |
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How we still praise and
reward the students of behavior, old and repetitious as it is, inside the zoo. Same old
zoo. Same old tricks. Same old medals. Same old money. Same old Nobel Prizes. |
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The issue, the way, is
far more dangerous than that of any drug, and far, far gentler. |
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Unlock the pelvis. (Reich
was right.) All else follows. There are of course ten thousand other ways. (Reich was
wrong.) |
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Our beautiful friends. We
are so lucky they share the planet with us. |
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Think of a tree. Only
think of it. Don’t worry about visualizing it. Just think of one specific tree. They
speak, you know, but oh so softly, oh so leisurely. Oh so patiently. |
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Art is mimesis of the
repeatability of the records we make here. |
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Trees are a key, possibly
also a door, to the earth, and to the heart of the earth. |
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The body is a tension
battery. Meditation helps, but slowly. Yoga is better. Rolfing is too fast and erroneously
teaches the body that only external agents really work. |
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We can (have the ability
to) also be an ecstasy battery. Slow down, plug in. |
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Trees shelter birds,
squirrels, and an occasional snake. So do we. So do we. (Our belief in our existential
"purity" is primitive and simplistic hubris.) Mobile trees. |
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Acculturation =
metaphysical disenfranchisement. Learning to refocus one’s attention = metaphysical
re-empowerment. Not paradise regained. Not childhood regained. Shackles dropped. |
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Tree porn. The image of
the Great Tree. |
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We are, laughably, in our
scientific and linguistic playpen, nominalists manqués. The spirits do have names, and
wholly proper ones at that. |
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What will be the new
recording medium? "Ether"? "Plasma"? |
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Meter stick. You can
measure your progress by the accuracy and frequency with which you can keep track
psychically of the comings and goings of those you care about. |
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Through our mindlessness,
we turn the body-eden into a prison, shackles, a rut. Ease out. |
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Nature nurtures. Subtly,
slowly, quietly, gently, powerfully. Tramping and camping about is not the way. The ego
walls must come down, and then you must be still, again and again. And again. Sustenance
flows through. |
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There exists a ground of
being where, with perfection, your pain and you pleasure, your lies to yourself and to
others, your false efforts and your true, your honest mistakes and your dishonest mistakes
are in some way known. A balance, fair beyond our perceiving and merciful beyond our best
hopes, is always struck. |
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During drought, does the
earth stop being earth? Do seeds stop being seeds? |
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Your muscles, all your
organs are starved for prolonged mindful, heartful attention. Not of the artless,
heartless calisthenics, aerobic variety. Yoga, tai chi. |
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Isn’t the road
better than the brambles? |
