XPost: alt.philosophy.taoism, alt.buddha.short.fat.guy, alt.philosophy.zen   
   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   noname wrote:   
   > {:-]))) 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.   
      
   Moral of story, when pretty gals are near   
   keep following distance extra clear. One never knows   
   when the regular guy in front of one will slam on the brakes.   
      
   >> 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.   
      
   In pondering how some parts of the brain-body-system are   
   not hooked up in some people, my neurons and heart were,   
   but my reproductive system had not been activated fully.   
      
   As a plane Jain, my sensitivities to life were too great   
   no matter how many animals were killed for food   
   in the process of digesting thought processes.   
      
   I recall learning how to look, at all women, and rate them,   
   as many a teen-ager might except what it meant   
   did not compute well enuf to spin me going off,   
   find a wife and two kids direct ionospheric   
   garage mode of normal man-being.   
      
   At the same time, the rate-system was viewed   
   as being male chauvinistic pig-brained, while I learned   
   to be a knight instead of some other type of character   
   role model in the process of absorbing culture.   
      
   >> ...   
   >   
   > ...   
   >   
   >> 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.    
      
   GIGO is all too clear to me at times.   
   I tend to channel surf with ease.   
      
   When the wife, my better-half, asks me, what are you watching.   
   an answer is, the Guide, more often than knots.   
      
   After pressing the magic button 500 or so times,   
   ensuring there is nothing that is not garbage for my mind,   
   I turn off what used to be the big picture tube.   
      
   Now little pixels sprinkle their star dust on many a path.   
   LCDs and other light emitters spread their joy and havoc.   
      
   - holes in sponge matter   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)