“Writing is its own reward.” Henry Miller I was sitting on my cushion this morning, which is definitely not unusual. It’s funny, I’ve read all sorts of crap about meditating. What does it mean? How do you do it? How do you know when you are enlightened? It goes on and...
“I’m not crazy about reality, but it’s still the only place to get a decent meal.” Groucho Marx Last night, I was seriously thinking about how I would cope if the fellow, who won the last election he lost, was to actually win this time. I am not kidding. Then, it got...
“When we come to itWe, this people, on this wayward, floating bodyCreated on this earth, of this earthHave the power to fashion for this earthA climate where every man and every womanCan live freely without sanctimonious pietyWithout crippling fear” Maya Angelou This...
“He had no place he could stay in without getting tired of it and because there was nowhere to go but everywhere, keep rolling under the stars.” Jack Kerouac It is Friday evening, around 6PM. I am home with nothing to do. Really, for most of the day, I was...
