each moment we live is a sand mandala in a windstorm, a perpetual demonstration of essential impermanence. writing is like trying to put god in a bottle - what good would it be on your shelf, gathering dust? love, love, only good if it's used, a real time data flow of transcendence.
Links
- The Automatic Earth
- Sharon Astyk
- Catherine Austin Fitts
- Carolyn Baker
- Albert Bates
- KMO
- Neil Kramer
- Diet Soap
- Lorenzo
- Joe Bageant
- Michael Ruppert
- Matt Savinar
- Mtn Area InfoNet
- High Country News
- Prescott College
Previous Posts
- The Beginning of the End
- C-Realm letter, May 12
- That Zombie-Type Blog
- hot days, pushy
- bits & pieces
- oldschool weblogging 5.10.5
- Nuked.
- Monks, Popes and other survivalists
- Remember what I was saying about the US projecting...
- Well, yeah, it is about the oil.
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