[ dying of dialogue ]
this semester is a lesson in karma, a goofiness workshop, a lecture on the importance of importance and the unimportance of making sense. there's a story, that i'm writing as i write, about a man who has no mind and his twin who has no heart. well... his twin has a baboon heart and he has a computer for a mind, but that's besides the point. the point is... the head bone is connected to the heart bone! and if one isn't fooly enough, if you're insufficiently zany, then things break down. the ceremony of innocence is lost and anarchy is loosed upon the world. many are shams, very few are shamans. what's real is the self. the shellfish, selfish, selfless, self. accept no substitute, satisfaction guaranteed. where there is a will there is wu wei. and as senyor robbins says: it is what it is.
you are what you it.
there are no mistakes. |
