*LIFE PRESERVE* (in progress) mural design by Ben Harubin with artists Nick Anvil, WCool, Pepe Paban, MattG, JohnM, Worth

A Subjective Man wants to see what he wants to see,
while an Objective Man wants to see what is to be seen.

 

I’ve decided to try my hand at mystical rhyme:
Red sky in morning, sufi take warning.
Blue sky at night, yogi take flight.
Green sun at dawn, swamis are gone.
Pink moon at dusk, who can you trust.
That which is Caesar’s meets that which is God's:
Film at eleven.

There was once a hermit who somehow had gained the reputation of being wise
and enlightened. One day a messenger came to him with an invitation for the
recluse to be a featured guest at a well known annual gathering of religious
leaders, yogis, gurus, and famous swamis. The old man told the messenger,
“Tell ‘em all to go to hell. If I wanted to associate with trash and maggots I’d
go sit in a room by myself.”

I know that oftimes my speech seems vague and obtuse,
but let me mention to
you one specific absolute,
The Great Law of Chaos: the Rule of Random Certainty.

(It matters not what a sincere man may temporarily believe, say, or teach as the
truth, so long as his extraordinary Aim remains firm and constant.)