A warm Sunday morning on the beach;
wanting nothing  --  wanting for nothing,
what else to do in such a universe but 
sail and sail,
from world to world,
and on each:
sit on the beach  --
--  and watch the news appear to go by –
when in fact the news stands still
and it is your watching that moves.

Here, sit down beside me, and we’ll talk about the only subject worth talking about in such a setting.
 
 
 
 
 

Thought is good for two things:
making up stuff,
and trying to debunk the stuff that’s been made up.
 
 
 
 
 

You’re on the right track when you have 
more plans than life has objections to.
 
 
 
 
 
 

Without something to look for,
a man won’t look.
 
 
 
 
 

It’s not a matter of overcoming life,
but of outwitting its local branch.

         You ARE its local branch.
 
 
 
 
 

Ordinary silence is the same as ordinary talk;
what is needed is a new form of radical, “shutting up.”

         What you now don’t have to say 
         is of a higher order than before.
 
 
 
 
 

The ultimate prize in the struggle for Enlightenment
is a bag to hold all of the prizes you have collected
along the way.

   (a). “I want to see the end of the road.”
   (b). “I want to know where this road came from.”
   (c). “I want to know what is responsible for (a) & (b).
 
 
 
 
 

All “human problems” have a common purpose:
to keep you indoors.
 
 
 
 
 

As he would write his fanciful, metaphysical tales
one man would some times look at his thoughts,
and other times, at his hand writing the tales.

     One of the two is better for waking up.
 
 
 
 
 

The reward for the Enlightened when they die
is to go to a place where they no longer dream.
…(‘tis also so as they live.)
 
 
 
 
 

Men who are frightened by thoughts
are not on a first name basis therewith.
 
 
 
 
 

If you wanna be serious --  nobody’s gonna stop you.
If you’re ever gonna see how dumb it is  -- 
no one’s ever gonna help you.

   It’s in the herd’s best interest for 
     individual cows to remain calm.
 
 
 
 
 

You want to go back to the room for a while? –
oh, that’s right –
we don’t HAVE a room, thank god!

Okay, get your float and let’s hit those waves –
what?  -- you didn’t bring your float?  --
well, just use the fatty build-up around your thoughts.

Last one in’s a you-know-what,
(or in your case, a 
you-know-why.) 
 

                                        JAN