*image by Ben Harubin

I once heard a mortal say that he so dearly loved something
that he destroyed it. You know, that gave me the blues for
nearly three hundred years.

In a certain sense, everything eventually resolves itself; forces
rearrange and consume one another and the Alert soon learn this
and do not remain passively affixed to the passing parade of imaginary
problems and illusionary outcomes. There is simply no ultimate finality
to the moves and turns of the processes of objective reality.

There is a certain danger to which everyone should be alert,
and that is: The Illusionary stability of words... ah, I don't
guess I should pick on words, they're as stable as everything else.

Some ordinary men are wont to say that one particular
occurrence is a sure sign of something else. It's not that
they're wrong, just limited in their perception. The whole story
is that everything is a sign of everything else.

Are you aware of the fact that the Great Power Company In
The Sky charges the same rate for a thousand watt bulb as they do
for a ten watt?

I once offered to help a man and he said, "What if it's a trick?"
and I said, "Forget it," and left. Sometime later I offered to help
another man, and he said, "What if it turns out I don't like your help?"
and I said, "Forget it," and left.

Some years later a man approached me and asked for my help, and I
said, "What if this is a trick, and I give you my help and then you don't like it?"
and he said, "Forget it," and left. You know, this is all real confusing, or else
justice is back loose on the world. No wonder nothing ever gets done.

I can't help but notice that some of the things I write cause laughter at times, in some, and in some, at times it seems to cause a kind of fear. Wait, I've got it: Why don't the fearful laugh at the laughter,
and the laughing be fearful of the fear?... No, let the fearful fear the laughter,
and the laughing be fearful of the laughter... No, let the laughing fearful be mindful
of... ah, to hell wid it. Ha Ha Ha.