XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   noname wrote:   
   > Tang wrote, having awakened:   
   >   
   >> Colour me impressed. Again, I apologise yugely for failing to   
   >> understand her back then. Better late than never. All is well that ends   
   >> well.   
   >>   
   >   
   >Uh, has something ended that has ended well?   
      
   It could be that Tang realized dagnabit is not a woman,   
   but that appears to have gone over his head. Or, he chooses   
   to ignore what has been said. Then again, back then, he was a she,   
   pretending, or so he, dagnabit, has now said.   
      
   What appears to me to have taken place in Tang's awareness,   
   or consciousness, is to be able to see what Jen wrote,   
   back in the daze when i2i, djinn, dagnabit, et al,   
   was writing as Jen. A slow dawn, prehaps.   
      
   Just as you have difficulty seeing past various word-forms,   
   Tang appears to have been unable to see how they both,   
   he and Jen, were saying the same thing, until now.   
      
   > I never get the memos.  As   
   >far as I can tell things are just getting worked up fair well.  I think   
   >maybe those of us who survive fimbulwinter might have fun gathering next   
   >summer.   
      
   People see things as they see them.   
   Seeing this winter as being all that much different from others   
   might have something to do with how the end-is-near affects one.   
      
   The end is always now.   
   And that is why so many people are at times seen with signs.   
   They have clicked into that perception. And it induces that response.   
      
   The beginning is always now.   
   And that is why some people see great joy as they spring   
   to life full of rebirth-energy, free to choose joy, etc.   
      
   For lots of people today is just another day.   
   I tend to flip back and froth in the foam.   
      
   Mine eyes have seen the story.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)