aphorisibles from the nudist colony
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The glamour of Losers fades with age.
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An eccentric without money is risible;
Poverty drains him of his charm.
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Becoming an eccentric is a time-consuming, painful, and Entirely organic process. One does not plan to be an eccentric; It creeps up on one, a bit like middle-age.
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I used to think I preferred Blondes
until I scalped one And she tasted
the same as All the others.
(Venal).
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February 17th, 2008 at 9:18 pm
Ah, beautiful losers,
the mysterious self-forgetfulness
of the desolate
Holiness seeks company,
barfly loves, forgets,
remembers, forgets, loves,
until
even
that must go
The only
resort
is Mahalakshmi,
Mary, the one who
causes us to SEEK, the fruit
Then go to the root
make it serve
conscience,
find God there
February 18th, 2008 at 11:38 am
On “what is, is?”
Ontology (theory of being) has always been the deepest area of philosophy, existence itself. But it is like God asking what is God. God has no need to ask it, and we as little gods drive ourself nuts.
So humility is needed.
You have a choice to go beyond the question as an act of faith, which the greatest souls have always done out of love, or hope.
Here the heart is of inestimable value, not the mind.
When the nadi from the heart pierces the Brahmrandra at the top of the head, existence is experienced as a state of joy.
In this state it is no longer questioned, but submitted to in wonder, in a state beyond mind.