Hi Bud,
I read your posts on Self-Remembering and understood you see the laws(programs) that govern the universe and you are disappointed to be included. I just visited an old hunting buddy, who needed a beer to stop the shakes when he got out of bed in the morning. We talked for a few hours and I drove away. I felt his deep disappointment that life obeys the laws of the universe. He can't see the miraculous machine we call our body or the brilliant yellow collards I breed in the garden. I took a beautiful photo of a bee on a collard flower this afternoon. This passing day is our reality of being and entirely lawful. I know that I am nothing and cannot understand the gift of being invited to this party we call life. I do know from the Work, that I can choose some roles to play and how I pay the price of admission.
It doesn't matter that you have ADD, it is like a beer you take from the refrigerator when the reality of being a fractal algorithm is too much. No wonder Godel was hiding behind the furnace at Princeton. We all have ADD with our fractured Will. We are weak and pathetic, but the Work gift means we have the choice to die real men, if we pay the price. I know you see we must pay with our life to be born again. We pay now or we pay later. It is the law. Some here hear the words of sorrow and wish you well my friend. Self-remembering is a bitch, when we know what it means. Good night, Bud.
I read your posts on Self-Remembering and understood you see the laws(programs) that govern the universe and you are disappointed to be included. I just visited an old hunting buddy, who needed a beer to stop the shakes when he got out of bed in the morning. We talked for a few hours and I drove away. I felt his deep disappointment that life obeys the laws of the universe. He can't see the miraculous machine we call our body or the brilliant yellow collards I breed in the garden. I took a beautiful photo of a bee on a collard flower this afternoon. This passing day is our reality of being and entirely lawful. I know that I am nothing and cannot understand the gift of being invited to this party we call life. I do know from the Work, that I can choose some roles to play and how I pay the price of admission.
It doesn't matter that you have ADD, it is like a beer you take from the refrigerator when the reality of being a fractal algorithm is too much. No wonder Godel was hiding behind the furnace at Princeton. We all have ADD with our fractured Will. We are weak and pathetic, but the Work gift means we have the choice to die real men, if we pay the price. I know you see we must pay with our life to be born again. We pay now or we pay later. It is the law. Some here hear the words of sorrow and wish you well my friend. Self-remembering is a bitch, when we know what it means. Good night, Bud.