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Saturday, October 14, 2006

 

The Mirror: That bouquet state of being

Websafe: Hello?
The Mirror: You're not ready.
W: What kind of preparation do I need to talk to you?
M: So nothing inside me is serious.
W: I need to become silly in order to talk to you properly?
M: Letting things finish halfway into the whole plan of things.
W: What is your overall schema?
M: I'll just wait and see what tomorrow brings.
W: But I want to talk to you today.
M: If you're watching the clock, you can't be happy at your job.
W: You think I should forget time.
M: Hardly.
W: Maybe you think I should forget time only while talking with you.
M: I know.
W: What is it that you know, that I need to find out?
M: Don't back me into your favorite corner.
W: You don't want to be my Oracle?
M: I am not sure why one would want to.
W: You could be very important to crowned heads, give them direction.
M: I would rather bury my nose in these lovely camellias.
W: Something has to pay for that bouquet state of being.
M: Like in the Donovan song, the back-and-forth mountain.
W: A shimmer of disregard.
M: Not on purpose.
W: It happens through grace.
M: I need to become silly in order to talk to you properly?
W: Silly with grace.
M: No, that the passage of time will break me down.
W: You stay eternal, like the Tao?
M: You think I should forget time.
W: If you want to identify with the Tao, you will.
M: You were at a distance from beauty?
W: The sky is still beautiful.
M: Something has to pay for that bouquet state of being.
W: The airlines are paying by not going up as often as they would like.
M: A gesture that hasn't yet traveled to the consciousness, but still speaks.
W: Are the trails of jets their gestures?
M: Plug it in but don't turn it on.
W: Because then there is exhaust.
M: Like being in China.
W: Modern China is very polluted.
M: Explain nothing.
W: You can read about "nothing" in the Tao Te Ching.
M: Ah, that is extra.
W: The Tao Te Ching advises us against extra food and unnecessary
luggage.
M: (Opens drawer, looks, closes)
W: Don't pack all that stuff!
M: I could never be that.
W: One who travels heavy?
M: His arms hurt from the weight of books, which one by one he deposited on the
proper shelves.
W: I don't think they were talking about books as "unnecessary luggage."
M: You mean I have to accept "reality."
W: Can you find reality in books?
M: I won't fall far from the subject.
W: What is the subject?
M: That sounds like "lucid dreaming."
W: Dreaming while awake is the province of jam bands.
M: The non-knower who knows everything.
W: Many of them don't know how to read music.
M: You can read about "nothing" in the Tao Te Ching.
W: But can you read the music of the Tao?
M: A table can be used for something, but then that same activity could be
moved to another table.
W: Can you move your musing among many worlds?
M: What is the subject?
W: The subject is moot.
M: I woke up screaming.
W: You were having a nightmare?
M: Many of them don't know how to read music.
W: The demons?
M: This is an avenue of discovery.
W: Demons live down the street.
M: Upsetting not to others, such as yourself, but to myself in particular.
W: How many demons live in your particular neighborhood?
M: I don't believe it.
W: You don't believe in demons?
M: HD sounds wonderful on tape: elegant, melancholy, veiled.
W: HD dealt with daemons, not demons.
M: Do you trust everything you read?
W: I trust HD.
M: Now, are you just saying that?
W: No, I really mean it!
M: It's me too.
W: You too trust HD?
M: Then we ran out of words.
W: Goodbye!
M: Closing in 5 seconds ... Goodbye!

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