tao1776

You know all that stuff I was saying??? :>)

A chimpanzee who goes to the library everyday is not intelligent, he is just a chimpanzee in a library. I've been sick for the last week. No fever. Just lungs full of phlegm and the feeling that there's a cinder block on my chest. You can surely bet that any cold I manage to catch will readily convert to pneumonia. I guess that the point that I am trying to make here is that the above quote is meant to apply to me. I have known some level of pain and illness and disability for much of the last twenty plus years. I have known pain as a teacher and as a friend. It taught me well; and compassionately. There comes a moment in time when the student is able to share from that of which he has learned. There is wisdom, and experience; self knowledge and a deep compassion because of it. I am becoming more aware of how little I have to offer. I am empty. In the story of Kwai Chang Caine his life's direction was abruptly altered in a moment of anger and revenge. It is incredulous to...

There's something about walking the trails at night during the darkness of an autumn journey as opposed to a journey of a mid-summer hike. Although I know that it is only a shift in my perception due to changes in the depth of the darkness, the crinkle of leaves, the sound of the wind in the semi shorn trees, my eyes see the shifting shapes comes out of the sky and stand there. I'm fuckin scared man!

You say you got a real solution Well, you know We'd all love to see the plan You ask me for a contribution Well, you know We're doing what we can But when you want money for people with minds that hate All I can tell is brother you have to wait Beatles's REVOLUTION I've read about what some might call a form of genetic memory; You know, you have attractions or dislikes that seem to be "just there" without any real provocation. Kids that know about cars or planes before they are three years old. That kind of stuff. As a kid growing up, my last name felt foreign to me; and it still does. A nagging feeling that this isn't quite right. Red Heads "click" for me. Bag Pipes create a mystical longing for home. The sound of a well made flag flapping in the wind has me reposition my stance, as in standing proud or as in a defensive stand. This makes little sense when you review that my father was French-Canadian and my mother claimed very little...

My daughter's fiance' had a friend that recently decided to think a problem out to it's conclusion. He put his affairs in order, wrapped his head with several towels and put a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. He was twenty five years old. I recently heard from my younger sister. She hangs desperately onto her faith in the God as portrayed through modern Christian media. Her recent Face Book post was, "I can't wait to die." I do not believe that she was trying to convey her desire to see God. I sincerely believe that she is desperately depressed and overwhelmed. I explained to my daughter and fiance' that their pain brings also a gift; the ability to have greater compassion for those who are suffering. And I believe that. But I have nothing to offer my family and desire nothing from them in return. I deleted her as a Face Book contact and told her to embrace her friends. I have nothing for her and it is sad.