On the love that we've got.
Learning like it's breathing. What else can I say/not say, what has been said and what's better never-said? What Simon says--what does Simon say? In other words, scrambled other words, scrambled tofu, how I miss the Saturday breakfasts at Seward, staying all day. Only dispersing to play tennis or talk shop on a beach somewhere southwest of here. Learning like it's breathing, breathing to let go, to expel so much hot air and pent-up, altogether useless emotion, we can get high on the love that we've got. There is so much interest, there's no excuse to wallow in complacency, there is so much interest.
I can't seem to articulate, and maybe it's almost 4:00 in the morning and so too late to meditate, but I was hoping to stay awake and do just that. Because learning becomes like breathing because learning is second only to breathing, because if I stopped learning what then would be my purpose?
I can't seem to articulate, and maybe it's almost 4:00 in the morning and so too late to meditate, but I was hoping to stay awake and do just that. Because learning becomes like breathing because learning is second only to breathing, because if I stopped learning what then would be my purpose?