I write about random images of a speeding life that stands still in an eternal moment...thing are constantly changing as they change not at all...the buddha teaches us all is existence is maya which is defined as illusion Brit Hume not withstanding...as I go a thief in the night I am one with you...could this be the night of our pain?...American culture reduces us to being passive spectators...by seizing the image I feel like I gain back a small iota of control...it's not much but it is mine...in a culture that is defined by commodity relations identity is so cheap and small...human relations defined by the power between us in the pecking order...so long ago in the cafeteria I wanted out of that world but there is no easy exit accept for the Big Sleep and who knows what comes then...?....
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