all branches of science readily agree that humans are pattern recognition machines. why then, is so much of humanity completely impacted by the need to focus and orient not in relation to similarities, but differences?

life is cyclic. duh. so am i. rather than try to deny it, fight it, i’m working on accepting and embracing it. so. this. eyeore’s tantrum for equal time, indulged. the bhain sidhe giggles from the corner, but discretely. the cast of characters is growing. genre-bending foolishness, but the process of the one set of labeling i yet permit helps. so, as i need, i do.

random splash of oddness from the deeps.

short thought and insight. i know it as much deeper than i can spare the time to look in this moment.

this is a favorite piece from the camerado series by walt whitman.

The Transformation of Speech [An excerpt from The Dharma , by Kalu Rinpoche, from a chapter on The Four Dharmas of Gampopa. ]

the echoes of last week’s conversations continue. not fighting them. just letting them bounce as they will, watching and listening how they create other things, laughing at that process, seeing it clearly. no wonder i was always so distracted and anxious.

woke up from an odd dream that i’m not going to document (i think). and with my mind full of things from recent discussions and the usual squirmies i’ve been dealing with from 2006.

my root lama, chanting om mani padme hum. http://www.youtube.com/v/633eH4yajHE

hah. it has taken 41 years for me to discover something. what that something is doesn’t much matter but for how it lends to this result.