Question:
And for the most part, The Unknown One. Wish it weren’t so…. *rossco* PS. He/She/Its got the worst marketing department in the entire created universe….
Response:
The awakened Buddha to show the way, the chosen Messiah to die in the degradation of sentience, is the golden eternity. One that is what is, the golden eternity, or, God, or, Tathagata-the name. The Named One. The human God. Sentient Godhood. Animate Divine. The Deified One. The Verified One. The Free One. The Liberator. The Still One. The settled One. The Established One. Golden Eternity. All is Well. The Empty One. The Ready One. The Quitter. The Sitter. The Justified One. The Happy One.
Response:
i’m sorry, i’ve been posting too much and too whinily recently. please to be ignoring. i need to get stuff out and i’m so lonely. i was at dupont circle today with my folks who are still in town, watching the street chess players. i love the sort of egalitarian intellectual combat, that hip smart edge that the best players have, even though i don’t understand enough about chess to follow the games. a lot of them have a sort of sad dignity which makes me feel even more of an affinity; they are unemployed, they drink furtively, they have emotional problems. i overheard one guy talking about filing some sort of claim regarding his post-traumatic stress disorder. a vietnam vet. "it took me so long to work through this shit, man, and now they tell me i got to write it all down." he was a tall black guy with a lean face and three days’ growth of beard and he was wearing a down coat too warm for the nice day. another guy was giving him advice and he was writing things down. he was he had a stack of papers on the table next to him, an archive of grief. a sheet of paper came loose in the wind and he did a quick little sidestep to capture it and kept talking, voice insistent but calm, keeping something back. it was a nice day, sunny with a little chilly wind to prove it was november. there were a lot of people by the fountain and on the green. an effeminate guy walking a poodle. another guy with a little fluffy dog who sat right on the edge of the fountain. people reading. couples lounging on the grass, kissing, holding hands, on that grass which is the beautiful uncut hair of graves, and they sent a twinge of remembrance and grief and envy through me and i was and am quiet. j.
Response:
snip and i was and am quiet.
beautiful :’-| — — Whiskers
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