Here we are in flight again!
I did not know that you were such a fan of helicopters;
you seem to take particular delight in its ability to just hover in mid air over the same location.
(It is probably good that you are not an equal fan of symbolism in this instance, huh?!) 

If you recall, our original intention was to fly down to Nice for a bit of R & R, but if hanging about in this same spot is your idea of fun, should it be up to me to
make any comment thereon?!….sure, it should!
for if I do not --  who will?
…certainly not the thoughts which have presently commandeered the attitude of your mental flight same as they have the physical trajectory of this chopper.

Come now, release the pilot from this state of suspension, and tell him: “Onward!” -- 
toward the surf & sun -- 
where there is light and action.
…and on the way, I’ll tell you tales.
 
 

Ultimately, the biggest barrier to “Waking up” is in riding the same train you started on, and entertaining the same coherent daydreams about the destination that you have always had.
”Have a pleasant journey!” is not the kind of encouragement a real traveler needs.
What would be profitable, but is most difficult to have,
is a continual, self-caused, disruptive & jarring trip. 
“Being asleep” is --  being asleep,
and everyone is comfortable when they are sleeping,
which is why beds are more popular than my words.
 
 
 

  …look, there is Lake Geneva………………………. 
 
 
 

You are as awake in mental consciousness as you feel good physically,
which is the basis for mystics’ monastic living wherein
potential physiological surprises & disruptions are kept to a minimum.
Outside of such artificial conditions
a man is left trying to make his thoughts of awakening
override his physical feelings;
a challenge that is formidable, if anything.
 
 

…Hey, The Italian border!………………………….. 
 
 

If the most serious & dedicated mystics could suddenly be changed into world class athletes 
they would all abandon their prior activity  --
….they could not help doing so --
      …can you help from realizing what I am 
      talking about? 

It is extremely difficult to remember,
but we ourselves are what we call, “Life,”
and outside of us --  there is no life.
 
 

…...down to the left there -- 
isn’t that Oslo?!…………. 
 
 

However foolish it may be to talk about ghosts,
gods, and what happens after death,
there is something more foolish than all of that:
trying to describe the life of man.

An expanded view of one of my past perspectives 
would be that rather than the few being participants 
in the mind wanting to understand itself it could be seen instead as life itself trying to comprehend itself,
and is thus far doing so via the conscious thought 
it produces in man’s brain.

Man, the thinking creature, as the vanguard of life’s
research, reflection & experimentation,
and the few, the leading edge of this activity.
 

….Hey, down by that big rock, there’s Fred!…………
 
 
 
 

Who else but men --
educated, sophisticated, 
with suits & ties, and I.Q.’s high --
spend their lives
making amends
for transgressions unknown or unremembered?!

There are cells within man’s being which have a 
clear memory of his past,
but few men can hear their attempts to tell it.

Your dog’s yapping will not drown out everything else
if he is not allowed to go on hunts for 
imaginary creatures:
chasing-after,
being drug-along-by
yours and other people’s creature thoughts.

To say: “I am not presently asleep” 
is to say: “That dog don’t hunt.”
 
 

….who was that who just waved at us from that mountain top?………………………………………
 
 

None of the activities in the second reality would survive if they did not have numerous fans who treat them with more seriousness than anything in life deserves, this side of a busted spleen,
and what is more popular with man than his
routine attempts at --  self-explanation?!

Only those who do not understand it
take “Waking up” solemnly;
to those who have seen-to-the-bottom-of-the-matter
it is as serious as acid indigestion…but a lot more fun.

She is still a virgin who has never been hit on,
and a man is awake whom life has not yet asked to join the party.
 

… we must be getting close -- there’s Rangoon…
 

Being asleep is a state of fixation, (staring),
thus, amoebas must be the creatures closest to being constantly awake;
ever fluid  --  always in flux.

      “Say, where are you headed?”
           “I have no idea.”
      "I didn’t know you were awake.”
 
 

One enlightened man, 
(even though he knew such things to be fantasy),
began pretending to believe in a holy grail kinda thing
. …(that’s what being enlightened can do for you).
 

When your sight gets so that you can see 
over the horizon for yourself
you will see that a real traveler’s biggest foe is -- ”up ahead” --
the sense of movement from where you are
being possible --  if not, probable! --
at some place other than where you are at this very moment.
 

…Hey look – down there’s Ontario -- 
we’re making good time now!…..
 

Okay, prepare for landing, and let me note this:
if you can consume my Daily News and not wake up,
then you can probably manage to never wake up.

                                        JAN
 
 
 
 

Cattle hover, even while standing on the ground,
and so do wolves 
even though they imagine themselves on the run.
Neither dreaming nor doing alone will see you through
to the final destination --
--  but what you can always do is  --  not hover.