A cold night in Fargo...or Fargoian Faust

[Guest guest]

that which identifies was finding itself being sorbed and occluded

into a nonidentity state. materializing from whence and to where not

questioned nor known.. a brooding of samadhian awakeness. empty.

personless. unknowing. contentless. darkly un'spirited' and without

passion or emotion. strange. FULL..HOME...ABOVE THROUGH BELOW

WITHIN.....LOVE and RADIANCE beyond knowing. for no one and from no

one. not special. not holy. not sacred. not unnatural nor natural(to

whom?).. HOME>HOME<HOME. always, and from and for ever. ALL is OK! and

always has been and will be. SATISFACTION GUARANTEED!.. and more.....

'even now I feel like a cup of coffee and a biscotti to warm up from

the cold winter wind outside. it's the most beautiful thing!'

not understanding or not even knowing who doesn't understand, or

what it is that it doesn't understand or even contain a notion of any

kind or nature of 'it' or 'who' or 'why' or 'what' or where' or 'how'

or notioning at all.

'yes, yes! this coffee is 'hot' and the treat is fine.'

conversations all over the place...every flap the eardrum transmuted

into uncountable and myriad sounds..voices, machines, pets, electronic

gear and ambient noise and names..names..names. all happening and also

not happening as it never was that it could be happening. BY WHO " S

LOGIC???..logic is like technology...it will fade away or eat

itself...but the eye organs are doing a trick with there coherencing

thing and bringing all these reflected figures and forms and colors

and interpretations from the supposed 'outside' world from where the

playful and freely created projections of the 'experiencing entity'

projects them initially. and it passes in sync with the patterning and

cojoining with the aural data that has been computed and I feel like

another cup. ah! say...touch! and smell! and spectrums, before and

beyond spectrums, of sensations and fields and wavelengths and

thoughts and abstractions exceeding idea or number. more vaporous and

nonpresent and thereby made SOLID AS ROCK!

" no no, thank you though. it's just that I've already enjoyed two

biscotti, and another I fear would blow the health thing. but if you'd

be so kind, could you bring a hot, hot, tall expresso for me..I'll be

leaving soon and it's sooooo cold in that darn wind out there. why is

there so much wind on those vast parking lots at malls? "

it's a riddle until it's not. and then it's just a silly false enigma

and no longer is there understanding of why it was even questioned, or

why.

 

END OF STORY

 

.b

 

#23...in advance to Mr. Wilson: yes I'm fine..'superfine' actually.

thank you 'everso' for asking sir.

bn