"Look, I understand too little, too late. I realize there are things you say and do
you can never take back.

But what would you be if you didn't even try?

You HAVE to try.

So after a lot of thought, I'd like to reconsider.

PLEASE.

If it's not too late -

Make it a CHEESE...burger."


- Lyle Lovett, "Here I Am"

Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another.

- Madonna

There is an old good saying: the more we love women, the less they like us.

Darkness can be comforting. It affords one a place to hide, even if the light he is hiding from is actually his salvation. Most often, human beings hide in their concepts of themselves. You wake up in the morning and only feel safe if you know who you are. You think, "I am safe because my name is blah blah. I am special because my girlfriend loves me, I have a good job, my body looks great, and I'm better than most people. Of course, if I lost all of this, I would have know IDEA who I am, and life would lose all meaning."

This is the story of human life, and we all know how it ends. Everything that gives us a sense of who we are is destined to die -- usually long before the deaths of our physical bodies. When this happens suddenly and unexpectedly, it is the most painful and traumatizing event in all of human experience. When we lose our loved ones and most valued relationships, the feeling goes beyond "grief" and "sadness." It is more akin to the amputation of a vital and necessary part of one's inner core. The same can be said of anything that gives one a powerful sense of who one is -- career, wealth, goals, etc.

No matter how much comfort we take in these concepts of ourselves, underneath the comfort is fear. In fact, fear is the main motivator driving people to "succeed" at building bigger and stronger "selves" -- more money, more status, better relationships, a better body. The very word "driven" implies the impulsion to move forward. It is the impulsion to run, but not TOWARD anything -- it is the wish to not be caught by the boogeyman that is chasing you.

The real boogeyman from which we run is not physical death. In fact, when one listens to stories of average people who've confronted death, they almost universally say, "It is not nearly as scary I'd thought." Far more horrific than the death of the body is the death of the concept of self. To not know who one is the shattering of the entire universe.

You probably know what I'm talking about, but if not, this is the best analogy I can think of: Imagine that you are an actor who has been performing a one-person show in front of an adoring audience. This has been your entire life for as long as you can remember. It's who you ARE, and all you want to be. Then one day, a little beam of light shines through a crack in the ceiling and catches your vision. You follow its ray, and you see something that you don't want to see. What you thought was an audience of people is actually nothing more than a cast of shadows distorted by your vision. There never was a crowd admiring your performance. You have been performing a delusional, one-person act all alone in a theater in your head. You are terrified, disoriented. You no longer have any idea who you are. You are abandoned and insane. You crumple to the stage and wish you were dead.

This is what the death of the ego feels like. It's not the death of something evil, sinful, or even in need of correction. It's the death of something that never existed anywhere but in the mind of its owner. Nevertheless, it has all the appearance of tragedy, because the suffering caused by the ego's "life" and inevitable "death" is beyond the scope of human imagining.

The death of the ego is the "dark night of the soul" described by 16th century mystic St. John of the Cross. The laying down of the ego -- or the ability to simply recognize its non-existence -- is far more difficult than merely abdicating arrogance, selfishness, or other "egotistic" tendencies. The ego is a "necessary" defense mechanism for any mind that looks at the world and thinks, "I AM APART." And how could anyone in this world not feel apart? From the moment we are born, we are given a name, race, gender, and social status. We are told that we are "good" or "bad" because we are "fat" or "thin," "attractive" or "unattractive," "rich" or "poor," "smart" or "stupid," and we quickly learn to judge others on these same erroneous bases. It's the only language of thought we have ever spoken.

This delusional perspective is as pervasive collectively as it is individually. "Collective egotism" takes the form of nationalism, racism, and every form of religious and tribal warfare. In his book The Power of Now, author Eckhart Tolle addresses the threat posed by the collective ego to the future of mankind. Tolle writes, "If they do not free themselves from their mind in time, they will be destroyed by it. They will experience confusion, conflict, violence, illness, despair, madness. Egoic mind has become like a sinking ship. If you don't get off you will go down with it. The collective egoic mind is the most dangerously insane and destructive entity to inhabit this planet. What do you think will happen on this planet if human consciousness remains unchanged?"

Death is not the worst thing that can happen to our species. The worst thing is for us to remain in this interminable state of separation, aloneness, animosity, and fear that drives every act of violence and madness reported on the evening news. Each and every one of us is the actor in the theater, completely isolated, contracted, and insane, performing a meaningless drama for no one and nothing.

Michael Goodspeed

“Our ‘Neocons’ are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and,
evil as Hell.”

- Edward Abbey

I am reminded of one of the stories from "Tales of the South
Pacific" The guy was concerned about the darkening situation in Europe prior
to WWII. He decided to go live in a far-off paradise, far away from the
world's problems. His choice - Guadalcanal.

Why not? You have lost your job, probably a large part of your identity. Your family is scattered. They only get together to save telephone bills on the feuds going on.

You've been put on a fixed income even though you didn't think your income was broken. You're living on pills, pricking your fingertips with lancets five times a day and sticking needles in your thighs.

It takes 20 minutes to get up and get moving every morning. Your vision and hearing is failing and your hair is falling out.

You get screamed at, cut off and flipped off on the freeway. Punks and the most rude of the bunch, the girls and young women, push in front of you in line. Even if you are in line for the men's roon at the grocery store, a woman with a loaded shopping cart will push in front of you!

You look at your insurance and realise you're worth way more dead than alive.

And the list goes on........and on..........and on.

You realize that, in the past, you were used to making decisions........so you make one.

The last one.

God is generally for the big squadrons against the little ones.
(Dieu est ordinairement pour le gros escadrons contre les petits.)

--Roger, Comte de Bussy-Rabutin (1677)

Now Let Every Breath by Vladimir Vasiliev and Co. is also a really great book. It has more ways and ideas about breathing exercises (including a bunch on how to combine breathing with calisthenics and running). It seems like a graduate text in how to work out and I'm not sure I can use a lot of the info in it now, but, as I become more advanced, hopefully I can in the future.

"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom."

Anais Nin

Let Every Breath... Secrets of the Russian Breath Masters (Paperback)
by Vladimir Vasiliev
# Publisher: Russian Martial Art (April 17, 2006)
# Amazon.com Sales Rank: #9,672 in Books

Inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened?

"Dear World, I am leaving you because I am bored. I feel I have lived long enough. I am leaving you with your worries in this sweet cesspool - good luck."

George Sanders (1906 - April 25, 1972)

Starred in The Picture of Dorian Gray, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir, All About Eve. The voice of Sher Khan in Disney's The Jungle Book. Died from overdose of sleeping pills.

"My passion for freedom is almost an obsession. Writing has always been a means to an end I hoped to achieve. Personal liberty may be a phantom, but I hardly think anybody would deny that there is more freedom in writing than there is in slaving in an iron foundry, or working - as I have worked - from 12 to 14 hours, seven days a week, behind a soda fountain. I have worked as much as 18 hours a day at my typewriter, but it was work of my own choosing."

-Robert Howard