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Hi Andrew,
I meant to comment some time ago. You know, I appreciate your bent, your aim, and well, generally i like your essence (whatever that feels like from here, at each interval). But I cant handle all the Yoga.

You may have gleaned the wisdom, and im happy if that makes you happy. But it sounds like you'd advocate putting yoga panflets next to the peanut butter in USaid packages flown to Sudan or Afghanistan.

Are you talking to some weirdo American sub- culture? What does all this "sunlight" with a "tent skin" over it and "holes" all through it where you can simultaneously naval gaze and feel at one have to do with war and peace? the price of cheese?

I know you think we should all be good whole people before we can start adressing the issue of IEDs and ethnic cleansing and the nuclear green light but, duuude, some people say chrisianity some people just read a good book, some people like doing the dog and some just wanna have fun and some dont like much at all and altogether we'll have to work it out cause waiting for the light will take too long.

Great photos by the way.

xx
Lucia

You are the light, cheeseturtle,

(that's why there's no teleology. No amelioration. “Good whole people” not required.)

Why is it that we love the armchair view of the leaves, the Al Gores, an end in Iraq, Spring at last, but when it comes to the roots, (oh when it comes to the roots), they’re just too close to the eye to be in viewing range. That’s all I had liked to say. Not such a bad thing to know, 10 000 years in.

Somewhere it must be obvious, feeding the poor, installing new policy, is not the problem, we could do that in a month if there weren’t a slew of templates to our self and system. But systems are made of people. We ARE the system.

You read my history of consciousness. In my opinion, the most worthwhile history in so far as history may be used to understand the way things fit together, and where we're going. It would be cool to see an anthology of all your truly incredible history knowledge and then – within - a map of all the of ideology, racism, megalomania, class inequality, acquisitive fear, the spring coming and going over and again all through history. I think there’s a lot of poetry in that you envision healing through reformation and constitution. And yet the map with its weeds re-germinating over and again from the root right before our eyes. It’s easy to trace, and invites something more underlying than “policy is wrong, we must change.”

Whether yoga, canvassing, or gambling, the currents aflow are the shapes made from each drop of water. Any change is to do with the bucket getting filled one drop at a time. There is no system outside of the way each of us works, and the gross system is exactly the shape of this working. Besides it's too easy just to write-off all the problems of the world onto our politicians.

Remember the part in A Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy? Where the metal plates whack them in the face every time they get a thought while walking in that desolate MIND field?

Eventually with practice man walks free of beatings, peril and opprobrium. He thinks he’s paved a sweet path in the mind-field. The paths are cut quite easily and quick eventually, maybe he learns to throw someone else in front, to take the smacking so he can get ahead. Perhaps it’s a slave, maybe it’s just shrewd management classes from Yale, a slick job at the IMF. Take it or re-plate it, the beatings are dished, no one is free from life, however managed. There’s no getting out of yoga for any of us. That is not a rallying call. It’s how it is.

Maybe you notice on this odd new planet, the people on their paths have learned to fetch water, but through such clever policy and defenses, in their effort to lug up the hill Jack and Jill, there is some zig zag. Life does hurt. Sometimes it seems that to ease the pain, it is a mad dash downward…in order to….get up the hill. Then few are fed. One sixth of us suffer from starvation or malnutrition.

I don’t care Lu about every planhead/planet I come across. “Let the dead bury the dead:” There’s peace in that too, even for the dead. But that is the war going on in the tent. Dangling eyeballs hang from an infinite canopy, each believing it’s personal body is everything it sees, therefore limited by what it can not see. You see what kind of victims we make of ourselves? And yet extraordinary how the eyeball freed of such a load sees all was his all along, what a fool to make claims on his own self, the wind, the fruit, the birdsong, a sustenance that is not even his own; it is just sustaining, Earth-ways. Non of us will remember nor much be remembered in 100 yrs time, really get the spirit of that in the open sky and maybe won’t even call yourself “mine” anymore. What is there to care dwelling in pure life and death? How it is. Such peace in that, and yet he freed of such a load helps himself since suffering is neither his nor anyone else’s. Himself is the world – the others, where no-suffering means it is not suffering to help. It is not nice or altruistic of him. It is the wind the fruit the birdsong.

Any concept of progress by added light – improvement, “development,” enlightenment - is false, the same as you can’t add light to the sun by raising a match to it, or as if you believed emancipation were linked with some kind of accumulation of knowledge. That kind of progress looks like a secular idea of the Christian idea of destiny – that somehow, eventually, on this earth we are to be masters of our fate. I love how we never think that about birds or belugas - masters of their fate. I like how for ancient pagans the idea of progress was unknown.

Odd how we discern ‘exclusion’ in hearing that I know there is NOT something I know that you don’t know. How do I not talk about that wondrous equality? It is how it is. Those who wish to remember their freedom are free to do so. More remarkably see, enlightenment is not some preferred treatment on what you take to be normal. The radicality and simplicity is that what we take to be normal is an arbitrary treatment on the constant, never-scarce, unpossessable light. No amelioration. Which is also why it doesn’t matter if we wake up. Still suffering is suffering.

As far as yoga pamphlets, the integration of academic departments, in terms of the place of ecology - and a doorway beyond specialization with its self-interest - we will definitely need reflective, meditative forums. The advances that you see at the moment are already a product of such meditation, however the meager movement to further integrate reflects the meager level of meditation – specifically fear of change related to possessive fears - which are counter-productive, Jack and Jill. But, keep an eye on this pace and it’s transitions: prioritized by what is most visibly everyone’s problem, or at least a problem for the elite too – the atmosphere, climate change - anywhere where a slave can’t first take the hit. I’m looking forwards to these changes and sustainablespaces.

I’m smiling because aren’t you my first communist love?

As far as the one paragraph on meditation everyone identifies with the sunset or the morning blank-fullness. 1 in x number of people not only get a sense of peace/remembering-themselves, but they find grounds for pursuing value – what is constant, and not come n’ go. See, it is morning everywhere, somewhere in the world.

Whatever the extent, there is no one who is not looking for home.

I spend a lot of time around alcohol addicts, work addicts, food addicts, shopping addicts, power addicts, culture addicts – me I’m a bit of a sex addict - and others who set the price of cheese. Visit us in New York already. Hardly a subculture at all.

None of the above habits are caused by the chemistry of beer, or food, or a deficiency of wardrobe, or the softness of breast, or any other thing that compels one way for one person and another way for another. There is a hunger that drives everyone. Did you notice that in all of us is just the desire to exist, automatically since always; yet it is not the desire for anything to exist, it is just an innate desire itself. All the perversion is just the shape of this one thing, which is why no way is bad, but no one way could ever be all there is. (I enjoy how all religions originally espouse this, however much their evolution perverts it. “Love thy neighbor.” - Cheesewiz “Open all four sides of your tent.” - Abraham.) You take the part for the whole and you are at odds with yourself, separated both inside/outside; it is fear, it is loneliness – the mindscape of ‘a world out there seen by me in here.’ 33 people killed in Virginia last week because of the irreconcilability of this condition – the extreme example of the wound’s intolerability. In this universal paradigm, we are all against the world. How subtle it can be too, even without looking at the extremes, as in those drawn to destroy their bodies if the stock market slumps – taking the part for the whole – identify the part with their riches, or if they identify with a lover who has left them, or if they meet the intolerability of a crushed idea – like for the Japanese and the failed supremacy of Japan.

I know I may be failing you with an explanation. What a good picture of “where we are ”!, lost in language/consciousness.

I hope that we will grow more and more surrendered to that – THAT WE DON’T KNOW. That is our guide, in the fragile and evolutionary gift called thought.

“Altogether we'll have to work it out.” – Loo

Life is Yoga.

“Political action has come to be a surrogate for salvation. But no political project can deliver humanity from its NATURAL condition.” – John Gray

What an honor that you took the time to read the article. Goodness knows you’ve got your loving hands full.

Xxo Drew