The last day of the retreat — The Zen cohort being on Pacific or Mountain time — led me out into the world for breakfast and a quick shop before the emptiness festivities began
Since I was little I romanticized ruins — as I become one strangely more so — lost knowledge — lost civilizations — today walking to the supermarket — I understood how much has been lost in my lifetime
Whole worlds — whole civilizations have been lost
Neal Cassady died counting the railroad tracks outside of San Miguel de Allende in 1968 — all of the universes that disappeared that night have yet to be counted
Crow — crow — crow — raven!
Another Neal I knew — claimed I had predicted the 2000s were going to put the 60s to shame — I don’t remember that me anymore
We’ve all compromised haven’t we? — hopefully more on the side of “The Real” — if not — well maybe it teaches us something about the “real”
We are a fleck of foam upon a great wave within an ocean, covering a planet in orbit around a sun in a galaxy that in the scale of things hardly exist.
We are a fleck of foam upon a great wave within an ocean, covering a planet in orbit around a sun in a galaxy that in the scale of things hardly exist.
Yes!