I HAVE LIVED

ON THE LIP OF

    INSANITY, WANTING TO

                KNOW REASONS, KNOCKING

             ON A DOOR.

 IT   OPENS.

I'VE BEEN KNOCKING FROM THE INSIDE!

-RUMI


you knock upon my mind
and you beg to borrow a cup of wisdom
you've come to seek the truth
to ask me  where it's at
i thank you  for your confidence in me
and yet  you see i cannot draw for you
in black and white
a map you could follow in your quest
for that which all men seek
for each man finds that road alone
each day as he eases himself into the stream of life
if he's lucky  he may come a little nearer
to the goal

i too have been a prospector 
wandering through the maze
buffeted by the storms and jagged rocks of life
that tore the nerve ends of my hopes and dreams
and like yours my skin was much too thin
to shield me from the inroads of our times
the big machines  the strangling crimson tape  
the hate filled moats  
that keep us from the other seekers
searching too
for the road
to where it's at

but then  one day
the fog  within my mind  began to clear
and for me the truth shone forth as brilliant as 
a thousand suns
i had it
all along  within my grasp
the answer
so simple that i almost didn't see it
it's love
loving someone more than you love yourself
loving so much  that you trust
you give  and you ask nothing  in return
this is the purest form of love
and then
and this is the miracle
if the one you are giving to  believes as you
you've found it
the treasure you've been seeking
you've found out
where
it's at

--leonard nimoy
(thanks dr. zomb of dr. zomb's stereo obscura)


There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers
exactly what the universe is for and why it is here,
it will instantly disappear and be replaced
by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.

There is another theory which states that this has already happened.


--From "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" by Douglas Adams



you can get anything you want at alice's restaurant

Alice tried another question.
 What sort of people live about here?
In THAT direction, the Cat said, waving its right paw round,
 lives a Hatter: 
And in THAT direction, waving the other paw,
 lives a March Hare.
Visit either you like: they're both mad.
But I don't want to go among mad people, Alice remarked.
Oh, you can't help that, said the Cat:
 We're ALL mad here. 
I'm mad.
You're mad.
How do you know I'm mad? said Alice.
You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here.


"Art is a physical trail left by the state of being
  that the artist attained and is driven to preserve.
  When art is a spiritual path, art objects become
  the reliquaries of insight."

                -- Alex Grey, The Mission of Art


drop little boy crumbs you could follow back
when you get lost becoming a man

-- sleater-kinney
"one song for you"


A truth's initial commotion is directly proportional
to how deeply the lie was believed.
It wasn't the world being round that agitated people, but that the world wasn't flat. 
When a well packaged web of lies
has been sold gradually to the masses over generations,
the truth will seem utterly preposterous
and its speaker a raving lunatic.
-Dresden James

Winnie the Pooh was hungry.

Hungry for honey!

Now, honey rhymes with bunny.

And bunny means rabbit . . .

THE NO PATH/ALL PATH

You have to forget about what other people say,
 when you're supposed to die,
 or when you're supposed to be loving.
 You have to forget about all these things.
 You have to go on and be crazy.
 Craziness is like heaven. 
-Jimi Hendrix

"This is the way of peace: overcome evil with good,
and falsehood with truth, and hatred with love." 
Peace Pilgrim