hukkle: http://jeff560.tripod.com/euler3.jpg
Now I change the little hat from a wok to a rain-hat. Already the worst has been done to him. Somebody has broken off his feet. I painted the moustache and the beard on him, but somebody else wrote a name on his chest. I know he will be here long after I am gone simply by what he is made of. I don't think the hat will survive. He is stuck eternally in that tai chi posture and seems to take it all with infinite calm. Every surface is perfect. It perfectly [mis]represents itself. both at the same time. nothing works and is working. destroying the self and self overcoming two species of a single--> nothing is true, everything is permitted. cliche' is like a course in salesmanship. or put more simply. you've seen a leaf, and now you leave. or what if your heart was broken, and just kept on breaking, expressing some form of 'autonomy of otherness' wouldn't you just tie a bow on it and send it on. the look on every dog's face is proof. every government is just a rickety facade of 'people'/ the best thing is time and space. and they are nothing. zen unenlightenment poem: this mountain is not buddha's body this torrent not his preaching last night, there weren't 84,000 poems there is no understanding f(x)
