The Boy Prince, Siddharta, Who Wanted For Nothing
Find a cubby fort and hide, a soft pillow fortress, building from the couch a place we cannot be seen. Taste of sugar, a sleepover pizza divided with a lost cause. Do not become attached to the members of your platoon, as their upcoming death could break you if love and camaraderie has formed between comrades. Commmunity is rad, sure sure. But my gaze is always up and outward, checking the horizon for its secrets, its hints and dangers. From those sleepover forts to here, have I stopped playing? The shame of not knowing the rules of the game, the shame of these never rules of engagement. Crushing my fingers, pressing my arm down into the the wheel where they grind, sideways tilt flown in forlorn around the eyes, my last ditch, gives me solid ground to push off from, effort needs a fort at its base, after all. F can bring these subtle rows together, like folding unseen airplane seats onto themselves. , the flight will proceed, with or without you. Cops and cars, traveler bars, never saw a person so alone…. Falling inward, Jim. So alone.
Technologies of Ecstasy are many, the Varieties of Ex Stasis are a multitude. What I mean to say is, there are plenty of ways, some old, some new, some bold and some blue. Mojo rising, there’s no reason I should not have a whole article on EHEs wrapped up by now. Who and why what can I say that will make any difference at all? Some personal story? Some blather about myself? However studied, I know my words are soft and quiet plush pauses, unable to compete with the loud and authoritarian words of the world, harsh words, directive words, belittling words, these are all much louder than the quiet solitary words of spirit, All of these real world tensions and fears were shielded from the Buddha during his development from child to man. So that, in his guarded palace, he was able to remain especially sensitive and vulnerable, truly a softie. We have not been permitted that degree of decadence and safety in our lives, as we were not born princes and our upbringing was far from palatial. Our defenses were required to be strong and early. Our trust in others was severed much earlier than that of the pampered prince, of course. But what of his naïve untouched vulnerability can we use to understand and internalize his conception of the world? Our defenses are many and our desires insatiably hungry. How can the boy prince who wanted for nothing teach us not to want?