That Which Destroys The Old

The Buddah Can Reside In The Gears Of A Motorcycle As Easily As In A Flower On A Mountaintop. To Believe Otherwise Is To Demean The Buddah; Which Is To Demean One's Self.

Now, To Take That Which Has Caused Us To Create The World, And Include It Within The World We Have Created, Is Clearly Impossible. This Is Why Quality Cannot Be Defined. If We Do Define It, We Are Defining Something Less Than Quality Itself.

Coastal People Never Really Know What The Ocean Symbolizes To Landlocked Inland People--what A Great Distant Dream It Is, Present But Unseen In The Deepest Level Of Subconsciousness, And When They Arrive At The Ocean And The Conscious Images Are Compared With The Subconscious Dream There Is A Sense Of Defeat At Having Come So Far To Be Stopped By A Mystery That Can Never Be Fathomed. The Source Of It All.

I Really Am A Recluse. I Just Enjoy Watching The Wind Blow Through The Trees. In America Someone Who Sits Around And Does That Is At The Bottom Of The Ladder, But In Japan, Say, Someone Who Goes Up Into The Mountains Is Accorded Great Respect. I Guess I Am Somewhere In Between. I Enjoy Reclusion: It Clears My Mind.

The Pencil Is Mightier Than The Pen.