ShadoworkS

Someone scoffed and asked: "What do you know about the truth?. Do you think yourself wise?"
"Hardly," I replied. "The best I can do is see what is not the truth."
"And what is that?" she asked.
I responded as best I could: "Everything that has no substance,,,everything impermanent that arises in this mind and before these eyes...The closest we can come to the truth is to understand that it is that which sees the false...the seeing, the act of seeing...Gotta go.

Here's where I live at night, only to return to Rhode Island each morning. Walking the desert at night can be more educational than four years of college. Being alone with the cold wind and flitting figures in the dark will bring up all your childhood fears and fantasies. Doing so will save you many fruitless and expensive years on the psychiatrist's couch.

Being alone in your own personal desert can give you a better internal education than all the talk therapy you could never afford.

Okay, stranger. Thanks for the invitation. In response I'll scatter a few brain droppings in the hope of provoking smiles. The first thing I should always express, however, in these posts is found in a quote from Krishnamurti:
"Don't make your teacher, for if you do, you'll destroy me and yourself as well."
Truer words were never spoken. The world of the authoritarian personality is populated in the billions. We can look down our noses at the North Koreans who deify their leaders - perfect examples of the cult of the personality - but we are hero worshipers as well, from sports to religion.
There is however, an evolution in the relation between the master and the submissive. In his secret mind,, the latter harbors the overthrow of the master, and when the inevitable flaw reveals itself, dethroning has begun.
I am nobody's master, not even to the two Chihuahuas who exploit my love for them by using me as their loyal and obedient servant. Speaking of them, another quote comes to mind. "YOUR MADNESS OUTSTRIPS MY WISDOM"
This afternoon I proclaimed those words to Lucy-the-Lunatic, five and a half pounds of Mexican canine,,draped in sleek black fur, lithe as a waterbug, a combination of madness incarnate and irresistible affection, a Jeckle and Hyde dressed in a little dog suit. Two different dogs - one so open-hearted and infant-like (emotionally so) and the other who belongs on the cold steppes of Frozen Russia fighting the other wolves for a piece of the elk they just killed. Wfhat a perfect pet for someone whose facebook site is called ShadoworkS.
Chew on that for a while. I'll try to say more. Gotta feed the dogs..