Monday, January 21, 2008

Finally someone has some answers

An answer from Erik Zweig:

We are not crazy. We do not have answers to this messed up world. We only have our answers. Your answer is different from my answer. Clive’s answer is different from our answers. I also love the Lord’s Prayer. One thing I love about some Buddhist teachings is that nothing is constant. Everything is changing always. Detach. Do not hold on to anything. That includes “answers.” My answer today may not be my answer tomorrow. In fact, it most likely will not be my answer. This is one reason, for example, why I could never become part of a hippy community where people grow vegetables organically and live according to specific values that they feel are superior. I would much more prefer to be part of a community living how I wish to live as long as I’m not hurting anybody and be able to communicate with others via the Internet regarding life in general. Communication is a wonderful thing.

“Talk less,” says Mehul. That’s his New Year’s resolution for 2008. I believe in that. Talking is different from communicating.

Last night was amazing. I was sitting in my hammock, looking at the moon and listening to the insects and neighbor kids and cows and donkeys and loving it. Sometimes I sit on my porch and imagine that I am steering our planet around the sun. With the breeze in my face and the moon rising and clouds and stars moving overhead, it feels like it.

I’d like to read Bluebeard. I’d like to read more. I’m ready to retire, but I need a legitimate/ official reason to stay. At this point, I need some perspective. I am a bit nervous about immigration causing problems.

Last night, I also had a disturbance from Doto. I was deep in thought and just enjoying the evening, when Doto came by. I said hello, but then just kept staring to the East.


I don't think I need to say anything but AMEN, and maybe that hippy is not a word, but we get the idea.

1 comment:

Byrna said...

Hmmm, this is all a bit heavy for late at night. It is also very cold here, with ice on the puddles. I think I'll snuggle down in my blanckets and let Erik Z steer the world from his hammock for me. Byrna