Creative Experiments and More

In philosophical daoism, one of Zhuangzi’s continuing themes is the relativity of things, which examines, “this and that.” He talks about the definition of terms and how they can limit. By categorizing every thing into a this or a that, and even more confounding, to assign a judgment on it as to whether it is good or bad (e.g. good vs. evil in Christianity) you’re weaving a world of illusion.

*There is the old story of farmer and the horse:

A mare wanders onto a poor farmer’s property. The villagers congratulate the farmer, but the farmer responds, “How do I know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing?”

The next week the mare runs off. The villagers come to the farmer and express sorrow for his loss. The farmer again responds, “How do I know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing?”

The mare returns in…

Just like a pizza, there could be slices of life

All having a little bit different topping on them

The part I want to revisit today is the one that

Is not a perfect one, but on the contrary quite

Painful to remember and write about even now

It embodies when the pain and darkness were waiting

To engulf my soul because of the events that occurred

There are no details that I would share but it is enough

To say that due to what happened to one of my family

We all were living in a time which gave me the most painful

Memories and I shudder to think how I ever got over them

But I did: I survived that time and got stronger for it

That is my aim today to write about a dark era in the past

As it taught me that out of pain…

When I was up in baby heaven before I was born, they asked me if I wanted any brains, however I thought that they said pains, so I told them, “No Thank You.”  Three scientists went on an exposition to the Amazon Forest to study the rainforest and the biodiversity of life there.  They all spoke English, but Jules Beauchêne was from France, while Robert Davis was from Britain, and Steve Miller was from New York.  After a while wondering around they get lost, and suddenly men with spears jump out of the bushes to attack them.  It was kind of odd, but these natives also spoke English and one of them said, “Hey, you are on our sacred land, and the penalty for trespassing is that we have to skin you and then we will use your flesh to make canoes.  We will allow you to choose how you…