Base Camp
Having not much else to do at this time of night beyond the huge list of things I keep promising myself I would do, but never will, I decided to set up base camp here at the edge of the net, besides kicking tumble weeds made out of spent banner ads for penis enlargements and crappy web comics has proven to be a tiny bit fun. I may set up some goal posts.
On a grassy knoll I pitched my tent tongue in cheek style and sat back to warm my hands on the flame wars over at the BB.Occult. Not a bad site for some people watching. A quick glance to the left scrolled a digital parade ground into view. There was a commotion as little pixel people were running screaming about a motorcade. Mario had just taken a rifle bullet to the head, Princess Peach was wailing tears and getting blood all over her dress and hands. Luigi was desperate to drag her to safety while copping a feel. A snicker to my right drew my attention. Wario was dry humping the ground while fondling a smoking rifle and King Koopa was high-tailing it to a waiting limo. I thought it best not to ask questions.
I suppose one of the things that people do with blogs is let their readers, phantom or otherwise know things about themselves. I never had a blog for the longest time because I honestly could not think of anything that I wanted to say to anyone through this medium. Even at the insistence of a little purple haired girl I would not bow and maintained my silence. Even when my friend the Burning Scorpion said he would set up a blog for me in hopes that it would prompt me to write more I remained silent.
IÂm still not sure just why I jumped on this electric bandwagon.
Most of my friends are aware that I tend to not talk a lot in some situations and will merely sit quietly enjoying their voices and thoughts, but eventually all turtles come out of their shells.
More then a few months back I found myself in Chapters just pocking about not really looking to buy when I discovered in my delighted wanderings that I was in front of the eastern religion section. Not sure why as much as it was an area of the store I donÂt normally go to and on that day I thought I would just pop over to see what there was to see.
I found a book that I would not have bought any other day, and only did so because of the head space I was in. I was having this out of body day, hell the whole weekend was like that. I just wandered around like I was in the flow of the universe for a change instead of acting like a rock, which I normally do and letting the universe flow around me.
Anyways. IÂd spent the weekend avoiding everyone and going where the universe was willing me. Sort of exploring and feeling stage left of myself when, as I said I spotted this book, a thin little soft cover of a thing with a toilet on it and the title Hardcore Zen.
So I laugh at the images in my head and pick it up. Zing. I get this shock. I think odd, IÂve never cared for religion before and Buddhism is just so not me. IÂm like science guy not incense and meditation. And although a group of my friends are Wiccan, or as I like to say Wicker People just to see what they do and I have asked if it would be alright for me observe a coven meeting and they said sure. I didnÂt think it meant I was looking for a new path. I was just being curious and doing what I usually do asking questions and looking for truth.
Guess what? ThatÂs what Zen is about. Question everything and find Truth.
Now that IÂve said this people may well stop answering my questions, or not. I have a habit of being wrong without telling anyone.
IÂm off for a cigarette.