I’m remembering how to laugh at myself — most outwardly directed criticism is pinpointing where in my eternal (internal) landscape it lies
Being an internal cartographer has traps — At least you’ll know where they lie
DO NOT SEPARATE — Even if it makes unusable
“The hermit of Lotus Flower Peak held up the staff and said to the assembly, “When the ancestors got here, why didn’t they stay here?” — “Because there was no power for the path.” — Blue Cliff Record #25 — The Hermit of Lotus Peak
It’s good to remember all our interpretations are stolen
Sometimes — when I walk in the cemetery — I get sad — not for the usual reasons — after all — the dark topology is why I walk here — rather the pretense of importance
Seen from this side — 100 years later you were always bound to be Humanoid Skeleton Exhibit U23S42Pxxxx
I don’t see them worrying — with their intelligence— this late — the questions seem to be: Edible? Yes/No — Crow? Yes/No — Safe? Yes/No and Does the wind feel better here? Here/Here
Double the protection — probably have a concealed carry license as well
I know I shouldn’t apologize — spending too much time alone — my ravines and cliffs are showing
Let me make up for my messy topography — here’s an animation of a cat
Unlike our crow friends I catastrophise and, in connection with the photo accompanying The Hermit of Lotus Peak, this question will worry me for some time to come:
Grandpa Ahn's body is almost exactly like Dad's., but not Dad at the age you were. I find it very interesting, running to a mirror and looking at my side profile.
Unlike our crow friends I catastrophise and, in connection with the photo accompanying The Hermit of Lotus Peak, this question will worry me for some time to come:
Is that a toaster right below the telephone?
Grandpa Ahn's body is almost exactly like Dad's., but not Dad at the age you were. I find it very interesting, running to a mirror and looking at my side profile.