Ok little floofy baby
chew on this
mentally, that is
do some brain chewing
Just imagine really sophisticated ramen.
your primary reasoning faculties are as good as smithereens at this point
drink it in, the sauce
Here’s my question
Does the adventurer seek the answers
Or does he seek the place and context in which he finds the ability to know himself?
How many times have you ended up where you started?
And the journey itself was not a means to find the end, but rather a means to inform the beginning?
I’m really shooting in the dark here
maybe someday the strength of my experience will match the oldness of my soul
I pray to God I pay attention on my own journey
But at this point, I’m just throwing out guesses
Possibly the knowledge of dharma consists of the parts of individuality itself:
the Divine, the World, and the Ego.
Should the adventurer just stop anytime he feels the breeze?
If indeed the answers blow there.
The adventurer is never his own answer
But after his journey…
Maybe he is.
Here’s what I’m saying
Snoop Dogg smokes approximately 81 grams per day
And as humorously marvelous as that is, it will kill him
And if it does not, his humanity will.
Snoop will die
and regardless of whether I live long enough to witness his helpless fade from existence
and maybe even longer still to recall in vain his forgetting,
that time when he passes into obscurity and unknown inconsequence in the world of souls will soon by virtue of the cosmos’ sacred and legislated internal order embody what is meant by ‘present’
and nobody will care
Heck, nobody cares now!
You’re still a g in my book tho dawg.
The adventurer is a mist among mists
who may blow some mist as well heh heh
again, with the Snoop thing
And to say that dharma resides permanently in the external mist
and blows into the wandering wondering soul of humble awe
through the eyes and the ears,
such a statement might just be a word spoken from short sighted dogma –
one which has mistaken the journey for a route to the treasure at the end of the line
But who am I to say at this moment
My understanding of what I just wrote far falls short of the sort of confidence one might prefer in the author of the musings one reads
Sustenance for thought I suppose