Nostra (Timmy) Domus --

The thing is I am just not such tough shit.  I am sitting here in my underwear tonight contemplating ancient astronaut theories and the band called ancient astronauts and I am thinking, I dont even know where all this started.  It has kind of gotten away from us all with the global warming especially. I worry a lot about how hot things are getting.  So I sit here and listen to radio paradise play flaming lips and Natalie Merchant and all the songs from my 20ish years and think back  that today's activities do not hold a candle to what I had going on in the 90's.  But I brag, I did all that to avoid thinking about how grim things for this world might actually be.

I dont know but the thing about lack of cork to bottle wine makes me think how far we have come and, how far away from the important things we have gotten.  I mean cork is an important tradition.  Maybe I am just too tired.  Maybe jaded that no one is doing things nearly to the excellent extent that we used to do them.  Life just kind of drags and I look toward Zen to contain myself.

I am no fighter, just a metaphysician who is barely able to keep my own small mind contained within my body.  I wonder that it works at all, that any of us are actually here -- doing what?  Whatever we want apparently. But how good is it to have the freedom from nature become the freedom to self destruct.  Noone is free of nature really not even.  Its Taoism and Zen and electromagnetism flirting with infinity and birthing a multitude of life under certain circumstances.  Wouldnt it be a hoot if everything was alive on some level?  Clouds water rocks bugs monkeys people all doing the dance with the cosmos.  We dance and we think we are the only ones.  We always think every thing revolves around the individual dont we?

Think big.  It may bring you backto thinking small.  All roads lead to the cosmos and right back inside your own tiny mind. When we will com to terms withour own mortality and stop fighting entropy so headlong.  We are resisting the current and being eroded by it rather than let the river carry us down the superhighways of the cosmos.  Think big  Think weird thoughts and twist my watery mind up good.  The language of anger is sweet but counterprouctive in the long run.  Laughetr is more important than knowledge.