“For me there is only the traveling on paths that have heart, on any path that may have heart, and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length–and there I travel looking, looking breathlessly.” ~ Carlos Castaneda
“After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again. Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it? This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.” ~ Richard Dawkins
“A path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you . . . Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself alone, one question . . . Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn’t it is of no use.” ~ Don Juan Matus
I slept late again. The motions I have to go to in turning off the alarm should wake me up, sure enough to ensure I stay awake, so I musta slept right through, which means nearly ten minutes of Baby Ben calling out with the promise of yet another glorious day. And I hope that the sentence I just wrote in only mild irony. I don’t think I could bear peak irony right now. It’s a rather sharp peak these days. The president is trying to leave Oz behind, as he finds himself aloft yet tethered by some rope that some foot soldier forgot to untie. I mean: are you kidding me, dude. There IS no way out. And the balloon may puncture if you stay on that peak too long. It is, as I was saying, sharp. Those CAPS are just for you, BTW. Soooo . . . anyway . . . my sleeping later may alter the patterns here at EyeYotee blog. The subtitle of the blog should say it all at this point, and I’m assuming it does. Dreams in Realtime. What’s happening with the sleep thingy is that my dreams are gaining actual dynamics. They are shaking free from stagnation, stirred by a lot of stuff: love, beauty, justice, and all that old Hippie stuff. I’ve got a medical marijuana card now, and all of that “old Hippie stuff is coming back to me – and it is surprisingly relevant to the times. There was a backlash from the 60s, a breaking down of the powerful influences of the counterculture on this country. That backlash has lost it’s relevance. Truth and beauty are making a comeback, along with Pollyanna thinking. And a rise in consciousness is at hand. I have not the time to tell how this rise might affect me. It’s about the dreams. We dream all the time, awake or not. Ya jest cain’t see ’em while yer busy with your encultured person persona. And coffee doesn’t help as it pulls you further into waking dreams. Don’t let the world you dream of be marginalized. Yes, I drink coffee, but I’m no hypocrite. I sometimes need to hold back the dynamic dreams while awake. They are too real to ignore, but they are also more real that real – if ya know what I mean. There I go, in search of that certain smile.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.