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A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream. ‘What are you?’ I cried to them as they drifted by. ‘I am a bubble, of course’ nearly a myriad bubbles answered, and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed. But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered, ‘We are this stream’, and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices, but just a quiet certitude.

- Ask the Awakened by Wei Wu Wei

Buddhist philosophy and Timothy Leary merge into a profound statement of existentialism… A quote from Timothy Leary (1966):

“I gave way to delight, as mystics have for centuries when they peeked through the curtains and discovered that this world- so manifestly real was actually a tiny stage set constructed by the mind. We discover abruptly that everything we accept as reality is just social fabrications.” (more…)

So, I was driving to work and a few things occurred to me about the subject matter and authors of stories in the bible.

Firstly, there was no separation between politics and religion in ancient times. They were one and the same. Governments, ethnic groups, tribes, etc all were governed by the laws of their religions. Therefore, isn’t it a reasonable assumption that motivation for the stories and traditions set forth in the bible were political in nature?

Politics: The art or science of government or governing, especially the governing of a political entity, such as a nation, and the administration and control of its internal and external affairs.

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Throughout my youth, I have had a delusion of immortality – a naive denial of the brevity of life. I doubt that this is at all uncommon. In fact, it’s probably how the majority of us humans exist.

To slow down and think about how brief life is, for us and for all beings, is not a natural thing in youth. But it is something that eventually finds its way into our conscience and plays on our minds more frequently. (more…)

Huffington Post   |  Alex Leo   |   March 4, 2009 10:09 AM

Good ol’ Robbie Van Winkle – hailing from the hood in Carrolton, Texas. Yes, life was harsh in the northern suburbs of Dallas during the mid-eighties. A true gangland – full of upper-middle-class white kids with more money than brains and a penchant for recreational drugs and the urban beats of the more dangerous and hard-edged african-american areas to the far south (end of Dallas).

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