I could've said: "Atheists think that they are hardcore because they don't believe in God. But Buddhists don't even believe in people! - except in a notional or discursive sense, and excepting the personalists (who lost), and then there's the Pudgala section of the Adhidamma, but there, we . . . (More)

  I am not at war with the universe - though that doesn't mean I have to like it.That's the trouble with ravers and Discordians; they insist upon liking it.  The disciples of sweetness and light are characterized by grasping desperation. (And no, I'm not against it, either.  Didn't I already say . . . (More)

  "Don't you know there's a war going on?" - 1960s commonplace So you're all up in arms because the miiddle class is becoming poor?  Or, to be candid, because it is becoming less middle-class? I don't give a loose shit. You didn't care about us, when we were the wretched, and you weren't.  A . . . (More)

 She falls like snow - not so much to say gracefully as slowly, and straight down. And should she dance from side to side, (as atoms swerve) in elegant diagonal or lithesome arc - though she sells it as her gesture, it's the cutting wind that moves her.  . . . (More)

�Fiction, myth, religion, faith, voluntary reality, ritual, and play.� The stakes today are rather high.� then there's "Bob".� Why do I assert that "Bob" is the prime wholesale source of relatively uncut Slack there be?� "Bob" said so, and "Bob"'s word is good enough for me, . . . (More)

 One night, I dreamed (in the context of a longer dream) of cats, with rats growing out of them like tumors, toward their hindquarters.  The rats in turn had circular reddish membranes on their sides - one on each side of the ribcage, more or less.  These were glassy, damp, and pulsing.  One assoc . . . (More)

  It is very difficult - for US - to see what is directly in front of our faces.  So what IS?  Short version:  Everything is terrible, and there is no hope.  That should send most of you scurrying off to look at porn.  Have a nice day, meat puppets. Let's start with the Great Pacific G . . . (More)

 Apparently I think and speak more lucidly in dreams than in "real" life.  In the dream , I was talking with a composite character, I think based on Facebook "friends" I chose because I am their fanboy, and on people I have actually known - an avuncular bohemian elder statesman. There had been . . . (More)

  There may actually be nothing more persistently compelling than Shane Watson's various endeavors on these here tubes.  His whole Oeuvre is almost like an ARG whose goal turns out to be finding the meaning of life.  Or, perhaps, he's simply a tremendous artist pioneering a new art form previou . . . (More)

  There was recently a lucid think piece in, of all places,the New Yorker, reviewing several current books touching on crime and violence in America - the place what I am in.   Many of these try to devise a plausible story about why our badness quotient is so murderously high.  A . . . (More)