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   noname to wudao@wuji.net   
   Re: The hits keep coming (was Re: zen an   
   14 Nov 16 17:42:12   
   
   XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: invalid@invalid.invalid   
      
   {:-])))  wrote:   
   > noname wrote:   
   >   
   >> Sometimes those trackers are looking at a pretty girl   
   >> when they walk into a bar.   
   >   
   > A buddy of mine, literally, crashed his car   
   > after turning around to see what some one looked like.   
      
   I had a similar experience when it was time for me to learn how to repair a   
   radiator that had busted itself against a bumper.  I didn't even get a good   
   look before the crash, I think the guy in front of me put his foot on the   
   brake while he was looking.  That was a while back.   
      
   >   
   > We asked him the next question, of course, was it worth it.   
   > He said, no. I don't know if he learned any lesson.   
      
   I can probably still solder a radiator, assuming they still make any you   
   can solder.   
      
   >   
   > In my experience, and here's one of the many ways   
   > that I am able to relate to what you at times reiterate,   
   > going barefoot, back in the daze, as a young man, I noticed   
   > how often, when looking at some body, a piece of glass   
   > would be my spare change. The price of a glance.   
   >   
   > It occurred often enough that, *that*   
   > appeared to me to be obvious.   
      
   A wakeup-call is a wakeup-call, whether it's a piece of glass, stumbling   
   over a rock, banging your elbow, dropping something in an open drain, etc.   
   In times past I was a solid sleeper and the alarm had to get quite loud   
   before I figured it out.  Duh.   
      
   >   
   > A skeptic would call such a *that*   
   > a form of selective perception, and explain it away,   
   > using ideas that pi might say are what regular guys do.   
   >   
   > If a young man always has sex on his mind,   
   > then it is little wonder, *that* from time to time,   
   > he will encounter something that suggests most anything.   
   >   
   > And yet, for me, the message was loud and clear.   
   >   
   > Not that it did any good. I kept looking and then stopping   
   > to pull the glass out of my feet without ever quite stopping to pull   
   > my head out of my own ass in the process.   
   >   
   > Sometimes what drives people has more horse power, dog power,   
   > and other forms of energy than can be contained.   
      
   If your ears are hard when you wake up in the morning, well there you are,   
   hard ears listen intently.   
      
   >   
   > Now, being older, wiser, married, and still barefoot,   
   > what occurs to me is a wonder, this morning, and how synchronicity   
   > occurs so often as to afford me a wonder of sorts.   
   >   
   > - to be and not to be, without question   
   >   
      
   Pretty much anything can be argued away as selective perception, and is, on   
   a regular basis.  It seems as though folks have a built-in arguer   
   especially tailored to go after the kind of selective perception that flies   
   in the face of what that arguer was implanted to believe.  People are   
   concerned about the malware their computer might get off the internet, and   
   look at the kinds of shit they watch on TV, read in the media, etc; but one   
   of the malware viri is built to keep you from believing your thought can be   
   infected, so there you bloody-well stay, innit.    
      
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