I must confess that Alan watts gets to the marrow of life, at least this morning he got into my marrow when i read the following:
“Tao was always nameless…
Inasmuch as names are given, one should also know where to stop.
Knowing where to stop one can become imperishable.
This “knowing where to stop” is more generally called wu-wei, a term whose literal meaning is nonaction or noninterference, but which must more correctly be understood as not acting in conflict with the tao, theway or course of nature. It is therefore against the tao to try, exhausively, to pin it’s unceasing transformations of names, because this will make it appear that the structure of nature is the same as the structure of language: that it is a multitude of changing relations. because it is the latter, there is actually no way of standing outside nature as to interfere with it. The organism of man does not confront the world but is in the world. – Alan Watts, the ways of liberation.”
Downtown Pulaaki by Sam fLOTFinished again I tellyaSurfed and guttered In the way a deed is sufferedAlone and sad naturallyAs a resulting forceForget the fall they’ve leftthey will not fallowFill up the van, drop off the dogsLive it up and do what you wantWithin reasonDropping drips is recommendedbut not necessaryFor tunes and fame spotlessly inanefiguring her frameseeking her nameWhen did it start raining?Like you don’t knowFlophouses get wetGod is in thereHe stays dryBut, sometimes, he gets wetI think he understands‘Cause he’s been to Pulaski beforeIt’s all part of the showGet what you give, I say(I’m typing to myself again)I’m my own best audience and damnthis is good!Stack it up againKnock it downthat’s the best partFinished again inDowntown PulaskiI’ll be back some day and it won’t be rainingThe sun will be my blessing as I cross eastward into West VirginaHapless and departedOutdated and flippantUnsociable and uncaringFolowing in the footsteps of my drunken Uncles and my God-fearing AuntsI’m swearing to God as I praise the spirits and take a big pull on the bottleWho’s turn is it to pick the tunes?It’s time we get the hell out of Downtown Pulaski{***~~~+++OOOOOOO+++~~~***
fwd lookin investments, and what to the who what?Umm, well thankyou for leaving those werds with me, i will cherish them, me second posting/reply.hey Sam flot – thanks. acrillic