One should say before sleeping, I have lived many lives. I have been a slave and a prince. Many a beloved has sat upon my knees and I have sat upon the knees of many a beloved. Everything that has been shall be again. -W. B. Yeats

It was as though we all took a suicide pill, but it’s not very strong so we all have to live one more day - what would you do?

Thanks, that's all i got.

Cross-training keeps us growing.

Circa '94 - Caught cross-training, bewildered 
somewhere in Hong Kong... 

Fire-ready-aim; go ahead. 

inscribe an epic poem with a burned carrot

smear your favorite cookbook with marinara

scribble your heart on your sleeve with your new pen knife

forgo supper for a marathon dancing onto wet paint

go ester williams swimming within 30 minutes of eating a huge meal 

Who said that? i tend to blame the devil on surrealist’s influences. They had way too much time on their hands. Pretend you do, too.

... with these folks.

Is art-form a learning, amuse/ment, or escape? Why is it important to have fun or forget all this worldly world. And, really, should we? The compassionate response is so fleeting, when there is so much to be done. How large does a hole need to be to crawl into it? Meher Baba was silent for 40 years — until his death. He believed there had been enough talk, it was time to live it. Thinking this is only impressive if you make that decision, + then live for 40 more years. Would it have been so great if he had taken the vow of silence + then got hit by a truck two days later?  Oh wow, he didn't talk for two days before he died!

May be Bushido training is what we all need.