Frankly my dear, I do give a damn. That's what I call "caring" and that's at the heart of what I learned from those two books you said you've read more than a couple of times. Caring is good. Good is caring. They both mean love and love has many levels. Four to be exact.
That's all I know. Ain't it enough? It is is for me. Of course, I'm sorta easy to please. I live in a little podunk town that my wife and kids long to be away from all the time (tho they do also like to always come back) but the way I figure it, Han Shan was way more developed than me and he was content with nuthin but a hut on a cold mountain. I got DSL! If he was happy there, I certainly oughta be here. And I am. When you say "rules" my head automatically goes to a certain place. A muttering, rebellious space. One of my rules, I guess, is to hate rulers. Or enjoy 'em, but not by obeying them. Oh no. They give my life contextual meaning with all their "rules". Rules are to keep everybody following predictable patterns so that I*I* can have my own way. For instance, they have this rule that you're supposed to wear a seat belt whenever you're in a car. I often forget, mainly because I just zip around town and the town has a population of less than two hundred, most of whom I recognize and know their driving habits, etc. So the rule doesn't really help me much and would impede me a lot. However, all over the radio - which I listen to at work - a lot - was the announcement that CHP was going to go into heavy enforcement mode with seat belt enforcement. AND the fine had recently tripled. Can you say, "revenue stream"? So I did put my seat belt on to get home, about two miles down HWY 49. Now, it being a friday and all, I stopped at the local store/gas station for my hard cider equivalent of the week, (I wish - actually a crude malt liquor but hey, I'm a plebian these days) and since I was just going basically a few hundred yards down the road, didn't even think about putting on my seat belt, and sure enough, I'm dawdling past the Brass Rail (North San Juan's long-standing biker bar) and here comes a black and white in the other direction. At this point, I realize I'm not wearing a seat belt and this guy is probably chortling with glee in his head because sure enough, he swivels to give me that predatory stare as I pass and my heart goes racing as his brake lights flash and he whips around to get behind me. Dang! This don't look too good, with my pipe on the seat, my beer between my legs and probably about sixteen vehicular misdemeanors scattered aboust me, what with missing turn signals, headlamps, etc. However, did I mention that we're in MY town? My briar patch? I whipped a hard right up San Francisco street, Left at the top of town and then dove down into the diggins, which most people don't even realize is there, but the whole town of North San Juan sits at the edge of the old hydraulic mining that basically founded the town. My house teetering precariously over the edge, just on the outskirts of "town". When the chippy swiveled his shaved head, I saw right off he was a young guy, probably up from Sacramento on assignment. No way was he catching me once I'm down in the diggins. Not that he'd wanna take his nice shiny squad car down there anyway. It's rutted and brushy you need at least front wheel drive to keep from getting stuck. I parked in a gully and walked home, a song of victory in my heart, adrenaline pumping through my veins, and gratitude to rules for making life interesting. > > We follow the "rules" because it is in our nature. It is what one ( or some > thing ) does without thinking or choosing. > > "Doing without thinking" is a choice also, Frank. Some sort of decision has to be made along the line somewhere. It's just the way Reality is. Everything that IS, is because caring made it so. ----------- Sad song, you quote here Frank.. What's been running through my head is an old fave: --------- Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation Little girls from Sweden Dream of silver screen quotations And if you want these kind of dreams It's Californication It's the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the East At least it settles in the final location It's understood that Hollywood sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging * * Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard It's Californication Space may be the final frontier But it's made in a Hollywood basement Cobain can you hear the spheres Singing songs off station to station And Alderon's not far away It's Californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar They're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world >From Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Sicker than the rest There is no test But this is what you're craving Californication ---- Take Care, Frank John > Your baby doesn't love you any more > Golden days before they end > Whisper secrets to the wind > Your baby won't be near you any more > > Tender nights before they fly > Send falling stars that seem to cry > Your baby doesn't want you any more > It's over > > It breaks your heart in two, To know she's been untrue > But oh what will you do? When she says to you > There's someone new We're through We're through > It's over It's over It's over > > All the rainbows in the sky > Start to weep, then say goodbye > You won't be seeing rainbows any more > Setting suns before they fall, Echo to you that's all that's all > But you'll see lonely sunsets after all > > It's over It's over It's over It's over > > Moq_Discuss mailing list Listinfo, Unsubscribing etc. http://lists.moqtalk.org/listinfo.cgi/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org Archives: http://lists.moqtalk.org/pipermail/moq_discuss-moqtalk.org/ http://moq.org/md/archives.html
