tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56666902011-04-21T17:06:21.213-05:00BeginningsThe start of something, maybe?feathermannoreply@blogger.comBlogger671100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-41390818397736041782008-08-07T10:26:00.001-05:002008-08-07T10:27:41.434-05:00Well.. this is strange. An email that I sent to google over a year ago asking for help getting my password back for my Beginnings account, was finally answered, for no particular reason that I can fathom, today.Strange timing.Hello!feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1155005477803904902006-08-07T21:47:00.000-05:002006-08-07T21:51:17.816-05:00Words I wrote recently to a friend:There's no room left in me for doubt. She is singing to me through everything.This is not a place I ever thought I would be. I have spent my whole life so fiercely saying no. I was strong, too. When I want to be, I can be intractable. She would show me time and time again that she was there and yet my ability to deny was inexhaustable.Until now. Now, I've been feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1146851229995840492006-05-05T12:46:00.000-05:002006-05-05T12:47:54.836-05:00the dreamers are waking up, and they are talking to each other. dare to dream that the dream can be made real, in defiance of everything we see that says it can't come to be. things do not have to be the way the are. we can all choose to dream a different dream together.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1144777926258827422006-04-11T12:51:00.000-05:002006-04-11T12:52:06.270-05:00Everyone should read this. It's a very well written and simple explanation of how propaganda works and how to recognize it.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1143554538222615352006-03-28T09:01:00.000-05:002006-03-28T09:04:19.446-05:00Mother pokes fun at religion; loses son:TV News CoverageSummary of situationfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1142356934431853292006-03-14T12:19:00.000-05:002006-03-14T12:22:14.443-05:00Shine like a mirror in the sunOr like a child that’s having funYou hold the torch now let it shineShine from your feet up through your spineMake no excuse, no alibisGood things must come to you in timeYou hold the torch of freedom let it shine - Cleveland Watkissfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1142350832244424822006-03-14T10:40:00.000-05:002006-03-14T10:41:13.646-05:00The world is like a ride at an amusement park. And when you choose to go on it, you think it's real because that's how powerful our minds are. And the ride goes up and down and round and round. It has thrills and chills and it's very brightly coloured and it's very loud and it's fun, for a while. Some people have been on the ride for a long time, and they begin to question: Is this real, or is feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1141610399042745002006-03-05T20:59:00.000-05:002006-03-05T21:00:40.813-05:00the universe is created from the eternal struggle and eternal lovemaking of yin and yang, in a cosmic game of infinite dimensions.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1141570180994475532006-03-05T09:49:00.000-05:002006-03-05T09:49:41.006-05:00"Folks: It's time to evolve ideas. You know, evolution didn't end with us growing thumbs. You do know that, right? Didn't end there. We're at the point, now, where we're going to have to evolve ideas. The reason the world is so fucked up is we're undergoing evolution. And the reason our institutions, our traditional religions, are all crumbling, is because ... they're no longer relevant. They're feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1141322264630442622006-03-02T12:56:00.000-05:002006-03-05T10:20:58.256-05:00Existence itself may be considered an abyss possessed of no meaning. I do not read this as a pessimistic statement. If it be true, then I can see in it nothing else but a declaration of autonomy for my imagination & will--& for the most beautiful act they can conceive with which to bestow meaning upon existence. - Hakim Beyfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1141091680932225392006-02-27T20:53:00.000-05:002006-03-05T10:21:32.826-05:00Live lifeLive life like you're gonna dieBecause you're gonnaI hate to be the bearer of bad newsBut you're gonna dieMaybe not today or even next yearBut before you know it you'll be saying"Is this all there was?What was all the fuss?Why did I bother?"Now, maybe you won't suffer maybe it's quickBut you'll have time to thinkWhy did I waste it?Why didn't I taste it?You'll have timeBecause you're feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1140884670835094172006-02-25T11:11:00.000-05:002006-02-25T11:24:30.856-05:00I don't want to be an ant.My friend over at It's My Island reminded me of a fantastic scene in the movie Waking Life, and the more I think about it, the more I realize how important that scene is. While I've referenced it here before, and Andy quotes the entire scene on his site, I think it warrants repeating this idea, and helping it to spread. Soap Opera Woman: Excuse me.Wiley: Excuse me.Soap feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1140789667167154052006-02-24T08:54:00.000-05:002006-02-26T19:37:02.043-05:00Ok, I lied. I'm lazy and never got around to setting up a new site for the blog. Anyway, this is really important, so please check it out. A member of the Church of the Subgenius has had her son taken from her in a custody case, and the motivation for the decision appears to be religiously based. Yes, I'm saying that a woman has had her son taken from her for being a member of a non state feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1126377785084031682005-09-10T13:42:00.000-05:002005-09-10T13:43:05.086-05:00Hello! So, I'm back. I'm in the process of setting up a new location for this blog, but it will probably take me a few days.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1100181211785419582004-11-11T08:52:00.000-05:002004-11-11T08:53:31.786-05:00This is an email that I sent to a friend. I'm posting it here verbatim because after I reread it I realized it's a good expression of things I need to say, and that maybe someone else who feels the way I do might get something from it.
It's not the TV that's the problem (I haven't been watching TV, actually), it's the what we as a nation are doing. Yes, there's always been pain and suffering andfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1100012755422995672004-11-09T10:05:00.000-05:002004-11-09T10:05:55.423-05:00I'm sitting here reading news about the "battle for fallujah", and thinking over what just happened with this election... that this man, this man who led our country into a war, and sent our people to die killing poor people who had nothing across the world... based on the outrageous lie that these people had thousands of tons of biological and nuclear weapons they might use against us at any feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1098384459676070082004-10-21T13:47:00.000-05:002004-10-21T13:47:39.676-05:00Synergies abound.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1095307293175376152004-09-15T22:57:00.000-05:002004-09-15T23:01:33.176-05:00There's a deeper magic. To name it is to destroy it, but to find it is to heal our selves. Our purpose is to find it, and when we find it, share it. I can't explain it any better than that, but as I write it, I feel it, and I know with absolute certainty that this is true.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1093570755173271682004-08-26T20:38:00.000-05:002004-08-26T20:39:15.173-05:00Congratulations! Today is your day.
You're off to great places! You're off and away!
You have brains in your head,
You have feet in your shoes
You can steer yourself any direction you choose!
You're on your own, and you know what you know,
and YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go!
- Dr Seuss
feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1093268815518183392004-08-23T08:46:00.000-05:002004-08-23T08:46:55.516-05:00Quoted from Deoxy.org:
Freedom is a sensation.
We have only "choice."
Take this model and extend it to every moment of your lives It's almost ludicrous to think of how many men and women have fought and died for the American idea of freedom: a man in a voting booth with a pencil, choosing which box to check. Real freedom, the kind of freedom we are fighting for, is something much grander--it feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1092413112941928262004-08-13T11:04:00.000-05:002004-08-13T11:05:29.143-05:00You may notice that the little tagline under my image on the right of the page has changed. I wish I could take credit for the new one.. what a great phrase.. but it was a gift from a friend. If this is that friend, hi! Thank you.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1092156572707227082004-08-10T11:40:00.000-05:002004-08-10T11:49:32.706-05:00"What happened to this song we once knew so well
Signed promise for moments caught within the spell
We must have waited all our lives for this
Moment" - Yes, "Tales of Topographic Oceans"
Over and over I return to this passage of this song that has haunted me, enticed me, and called to me over the years. This time, I did what I needed to do. Search for it. It's there. When you find it, try to feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1091714069350530502004-08-05T08:51:00.000-05:002004-08-05T08:54:29.350-05:00"Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of /lux et voluptas/. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror--everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain." - Hakim Bey
What I love feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1091468653212975822004-08-02T12:41:00.000-05:002004-08-02T12:44:13.213-05:00This article explores the identity of the corporate body and how it can often become an independent entity, outside the control of any singular individual.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1091454412529947922004-08-02T08:45:00.000-05:002004-08-02T08:46:52.530-05:00You have to use your head and your mind and your brain. - Dewey Finnfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1090941641690269022004-07-27T10:17:00.000-05:002004-07-27T10:20:41.690-05:00John Lennon was right. Love is the answer. The sensation of "love", the incredibly wonderful frequency we vibrate at, is a positive feedback device. We experience "love" when we are repairing the network, when we are building connections. Love shows us the way to reconnect. Love shows us the way to repair the universe... or to build it, depending on which end you're looking at things from. feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1090940794585515752004-07-27T09:44:00.000-05:002004-07-27T12:20:09.653-05:00Thoughts that came to me during a late night walk:
We used to be whole. All consciousness was connected, a single mind, a vast network. Something happened, and the network was destroyed. All nodes lost their connections, and the single mind fragmented. In the collapse of the network, we were damaged. Suffering from amnesia, not knowing what used to be, we sank into ourselves, individual nodes feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1090713007212199402004-07-24T18:41:00.000-05:002004-07-25T09:20:46.996-05:00To my friends: In the dream I had, we were young, and we escaped Phil Dick's "Black Iron Prison" in a car that could fly, climbing out the window laughing as the guards came in screaming... slamming the car in drive and flooring it, off from the boundaries of the known and on, finally, to true adventure.
The fortune cookie I opened the day before we came to "Revolutionary Headquarters" was feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1090710206148091302004-07-24T18:02:00.000-05:002004-07-24T18:03:26.146-05:00Something to read that says some things a lot better than I can figure out how to say them, until I can figure out what I'm going to say next.
feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1089639321625234132004-07-12T08:33:00.000-05:002004-07-16T12:41:34.316-05:00Is that gash in your leg really why you have stopped?
Cause I've noticed all the others, though they're gashed, they're still going
Cause I feel like the real reason that you're quitting, and admitting
That you've lost all the will to battle on.
Will the fight for our sanity be the fight of our lives
Now that we've lost all the reasons that we thought that we had?
Still the battle that we're infeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1089635426482448262004-07-12T07:29:00.000-05:002004-07-12T07:30:26.483-05:00Went to a head space over the weekend that I don't really have time to describe right now, and I'm not really sure how to describe it anyway. I'm writing this post as a reminder to myself to get back to this later today and try to digest it and figure out what I want to do with it.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1082944574201778402004-04-25T20:56:00.000-05:002004-04-25T21:00:08.733-05:00"All around us, to right and left, in front and behind, above and below, we have only to go a little beyond the frontier of sensible appearances in order to see the divine welling up and showing through. But it is not only close to us, in front of us, that the divine presence has revealed itself. It has sprung up universally, and we find ourselves so surrounded and transfixed by it, that there isfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1082312720356955422004-04-18T13:25:00.000-05:002004-04-18T13:28:15.450-05:00It's time to start making something happen.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1082128097156949992004-04-16T10:08:00.000-05:002004-04-16T10:11:10.326-05:00If I could just find the right word to say to you, if I could just find the right symbol to show to you, if I could just find the right shape to hold in my head... like the blind men feeling the elephant in the dark, I can feel it's texture, and I know it's there, but I can't decipher it yet. The power to transform everything is within us.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1081739568818300372004-04-11T22:12:00.000-05:002004-04-11T22:15:37.466-05:00Letter to myself
It is time for you to take the first step. The first step is to realize that you have been asleep. If you realize that you have been asleep, then you are awake. Realizing you have been asleep is the first step. Taking that step is the purpose of your existence. Everything around you is speaking to you. It is telling you that you are sleeping. The universe is waiting for you to feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1075954726606501942004-02-04T23:18:00.000-05:002004-02-04T23:20:28.030-05:00This is it. This is it. This is it. Right here, right now. Everything. You. Are. It.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1075948276116945382004-02-04T21:31:00.000-05:002004-02-04T21:32:57.840-05:00So, I don't have anything to say at the moment, but I felt bad when I realized I hadn't updated my blog in months. I don't really know why I felt bad, as no one ever actually reads it anyway, but whatever. If you are not me, and you are reading this, hi there.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1069384451246150662003-11-20T22:14:00.000-05:002003-11-20T22:14:37.390-05:00Philip K. Dick's Divine Interference, by Erik Davisfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1069268496992132832003-11-19T14:01:00.000-05:002003-11-19T14:02:02.000-05:00The past is a fiction invented to explain the present.
The future is a fiction invented to explain the past.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1068696231709203142003-11-12T23:03:00.000-05:002003-11-12T23:03:49.206-05:00What if you studied something, and it was so fascinating, so captivating, that you lost yourself in it.. that you forgot yourself, and thought you *were* it... what if?
Say you were in a submersible, deep beneath the see, looking out of the incredibly thick, tiny porthole, at the strange creatures that live so far below... what if you got so caught up in the spectacle, you forgot the porthole, feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1067952016763602522003-11-04T08:20:00.000-05:002003-11-04T08:21:20.810-05:00I really like this.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1065973815357308642003-10-12T10:50:00.000-05:002003-10-12T10:50:14.813-05:00The Drug War and the Constitutionfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1065802670865543822003-10-10T11:17:00.000-05:002003-10-10T11:17:50.753-05:00.... and then, all of a sudden, you remember that you used to be awake... and then, all of a sudden, you *are* awake.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1065802234060419362003-10-10T11:10:00.000-05:002003-10-10T11:10:34.040-05:00I'm noticing something really interesting today, that I don't normally pay much attention to. I'm sitting here in a coffee shop ( no,not Starbucks.. a locally owned, independent store ), and there's all these people in here... and all of us are in our own worlds. I'm typing on my computer, as are several other people. Some people are reading the paper, or a book... the place is filled with feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1065551735685380272003-10-07T13:35:00.000-05:002003-10-07T13:35:36.056-05:00The internet is shitfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1064627354327755782003-09-26T20:49:00.000-05:002003-09-26T20:49:13.963-05:00Wonder, wonderful electricity! Perhaps I'll have something to write about the last week later, and maybe I won't. Right now, I'm descending into the world of the mundane, and watching Monty Python's Flying Circus episodes on TV. Joy!feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1064504711399637112003-09-25T10:45:00.000-05:002003-09-25T10:45:11.090-05:00Still no power.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1064338063163309362003-09-23T12:27:00.000-05:002003-09-23T12:27:43.000-05:00Hurricane Isabel has given me plenty of time for thinking, but not much time for writing. I still don't have power at home, and don't expect to get around to writing anything else until I do. My nights currently consist of drinking beer on the front porch ( cold beer too, through the miracle of dry ice ) and talking to the neighbors. It's been interesting, but I think I'd really like to watch afeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063838703966877342003-09-17T17:45:00.000-05:002003-09-17T21:40:24.336-05:00Let's make the assumption, for the moment, that how we experience ourselves is related to the reality of ourselves. We are a creature, with sensory organs, through which we gather information about our environment. Eyes gather light, ears gather sound, skin gathers texture, tongue gathers taste, nose gathers smell.
What you are currently experiencing, then, is a metaphor, created in your brainfeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063723072437438222003-09-16T09:37:00.000-05:002003-09-16T09:37:52.200-05:00This is a lot of fun. feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063514732239770612003-09-13T23:45:00.000-05:002003-09-14T11:38:07.303-05:00Why aren't we walking around in a state of continous wonder? When you meet someone else, the proper reaction should be to point and gasp and say "There's TWO of me?!", and then laugh until you cry.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063510843648867462003-09-13T22:40:00.000-05:002003-09-13T22:40:43.553-05:00There's a universe inside of you.
You're sitting right in the middle of it, right now.
You need to wrap your mind around the fact
that you perceive yourself inside-out.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063421660727641552003-09-12T21:54:00.000-05:002003-09-12T21:54:20.563-05:00Haha. What are you? Whoever you are, reading this. Stop and ask yourself, what are you? Really, seriously, think about it! You are made out of the same stuff everything else is.. elements, forged in the hearts of exploding stars. Take any of those elements on their own, what are they? Oxygen, hydrogen, potassium, carbon... just a pile of elements. Dust. Yet, there is "I". You see yourself! feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1063216128488938932003-09-10T12:48:00.000-05:002003-09-14T11:40:49.906-05:00What if everything could be different? What if what we were looking for could actually be found? What if every thought we've ever had about things being bigger, more fantastic, more beautiful, and more terrifying than we'd ever hoped was true? What if the Grail could be found? What if Plato's cave was not just an allegory? What if we could, in fact, get up, and walk out of it?
What then?feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1062735286275103642003-09-04T23:14:00.000-05:002003-09-04T23:25:59.290-05:00This is a new commercial for GNU/Linux, a free operating system for computers. I normally stay away from technical subjects here, as I'm immersed in them all day long enough as it is, but the memes in this are so fantastic, especially considering they are coming from a huge soulless corporation, that I had to make note of it.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1062045599557684642003-08-27T23:39:00.000-05:002003-09-14T11:41:18.596-05:00"...but in being alone, you connect with everyone who is alone.. and while no one can stand exactly where you stand, together you can draw a map" - wise words from a good friend.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1061999528765740122003-08-27T10:52:00.000-05:002003-08-27T10:52:08.720-05:00Been busy for the last couple of days, so until I get some time to sit and ponder, here is something to think about.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1061833254626066412003-08-25T12:40:00.000-05:002003-08-25T12:40:54.590-05:00What is your purpose?feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1061704049134536972003-08-24T00:47:00.000-05:002003-08-24T00:47:29.163-05:00If I could take this and put it into words, and speak them to someone, and look in their eyes, and have them say "I understand", and feel the understanding across the gulf which separates all of us, then all barriers would shatter, all dams would burst, all illusions would vanish, and everything would be possible. I feel so strongly that the words must be there, somewhere. The correct syllables feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1061556336642471132003-08-22T07:45:00.000-05:002003-08-22T07:50:21.510-05:00Imagine a cylinder, made of something flexible, like soft rubber. Imagine turnining it inside out, so the inner surface becomes the outer surface, and the outer surface the inner. Now, imagine a sphere. Turn the sphere inside out, the same way. How can you? There's no opening in the sphere. What if there was? What if there was an opening, only it was in a direction you never knew existed? A feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-106139838022103572003-08-20T11:53:00.000-05:002003-08-20T11:55:23.876-05:00When you walk out into the morning light
And you lift your eyes
You can see the answers written in the sky
As they pass you by
Then it's all there, right in front of you
Where it's always been
Touch the hand of the knowledge that no one has
"Shine On", Regan
Sometimes, you see something, or hear something, that is just so appropriate to everything going on in your life and feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1061397141534123112003-08-20T11:32:00.000-05:002003-08-23T11:04:19.463-05:00So I was laying in bed the other night, trying to fall asleep because I had to get up at 4:30 and drive to work, but my mind was cycling like mad and sleep just wasn't happening. I started thinking, and as they often do my thoughts turned to the subject of being alive. I don't really know what happened, but then all of a sudden, there I was.
I was alive. I was awake. I instantly recognized thefeathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1060959865324435992003-08-15T10:04:00.000-05:002003-08-15T10:08:46.160-05:00Another related memory... it's funny how memories can just sit dormant in your mind for years, and as soon as you find the right key, you unlock a whole chain of them. This is again from back around a decade ago, if not more. Me, my wife, and a bunch of friends were all staying together at a cabin at a ski resort in the summer. It was up in the Appalachian mountains. In the middle of the feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1060860690291831432003-08-14T06:31:00.000-05:002003-08-14T21:18:09.690-05:00Another memory from a decade or so ago... I was hanging out during the day with my wife, and a good friend of hers, at a little beach along the bank of a river. It was a really nice spot, that not that many people came to, to it was a nice relaxing place to just hang out, swim, sit on the rocks... Anyway, I was wandering around the riverbank, and a dragonfly landed on my hand. I was pleasantly feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1060745964789878012003-08-12T22:39:00.000-05:002003-08-12T22:39:24.810-05:00Years ago ( how many is fuzzy... 11 maybe? ) I started an experiment during my lunch break. I believe I read about it in some book or another, where is not really important. I picked a small rock that I found on the ground one day, and I would take it with me to a park that I routinely ate lunch in. I'd spend my lunch break attempting a meditation with it. The goal was to study the rock feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-106065199488608882003-08-11T20:33:00.000-05:002003-08-11T20:33:14.806-05:00I don't want to be an ant anymore.feathermannoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5666690.post-1060557102787033522003-08-10T18:11:00.000-05:002003-08-11T20:35:08.026-05:00In fourth grade, my teacher awarded me the "Christopher Columbus Award". It was a certificate, that stated that Columbus didn't know where he was going when he started, didn't know where he was while he was there, and didn't know where he had been when he left. In my 32 years of existence, I have found no better description of the phenomenon of being alive. It's also a very suitable feathermannoreply@blogger.com