Lover of truth?

[Guest guest]

" Hell no!

What I want-- and I say it without shame-- is to get out of the way of

that flipping locomotive that is bearing down on me at 110 miles an

hour. I would snort heroin and even blow myself up in the middle of a

kindergarden class if I thought I could get out of its' way thereby. I

would gladly say OM 100000 times before breakfast every monring and on

weekends go from Chicago to Gary and back prostrating myself--or

prostituting myself for that matter--if I thouoght that would do it. "

 

The above is the first paragraph of a book I am writing to be

titled " Confessions of an Ordinary Man. " Another title I am

considering: " The Results of About 40 Years of Spiritual Practice. "