The Way has no true shape, and therefore none can control it. If a ruler could control the Way all things would follow in harmony with his desire, and sweet rain would fall, effortlessly slaking every thirst.
The Way is shaped by use, but then the shape is lost. Do not hold fast to shapes but let sensation flow into the world as a river courses down to the sea.
The Master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his education and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence in whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he is always doing both.
Is the action of nature not unlike drawing a bow?
What is higher is pulled down, and what is lower is raised up;
What is taller is shortened, and what is thinner is broadened;
Nature's motion decreases those who have more than they need and increases those who need more than they have.
It is not so with Man. Man decreases those who need more than they have and increases those who have more than they need.
To give away what you do not need is to follow the Way.
So the sage gives without expectation,
Accomplishes without claiming credit,And has no desire for ostentation.
Music
KALX and lots of other stuff. Right now I am particularly into Chromeo, Crystal Castles, Panda Bear's new record, the "Minneapolis sound", The Mary Jane Girls, vintage synths (my new Formanta EMS-01) and all around 8-bit style.
Movies
I think my favorite three movies are old standbys like Pee Wee's Big Adventure, Akira, and The Big Lebowski. These are movies I could watch a million times. I also really like Christopher Guest Movies (Waiting for Guffman, Spinal Tap, A Mighty Wind, Best In Show), Office Space, The Corporation, UHF, Seven Samuri, Kubrick, The Godfather I&II, Spirited Away, Spaceballs, and old, cheesy Ahnold movies. Anything with "Star" in the title.
About me: Read my blog:fliessgleichgewicht.org I believe the "self" to be somewhat of an illusion so I find it curious whenever "I" go on about... uhh... "myself".
I create music with a lot of groups on Pure Greed Records. My main current project is Somehow at Sea. I am currently playing bass in Rogue Wave as well. Aside from PGR I played with San Antonio Kid and the Bootleggers when the S.A.Kid still lived in Oakland. I used to play in a groups called the Taco Shop Poets and Animal 32. I also put up some demo's under the name Fobody's Nault but I forgot the password so I can never change it.
I fancy myself a Taoist /
Bodhisattva.. (it's totally hot right now) but I suck at it as I frequently fall under the spell of Maya. I don't meditate. I drink too much.... but at least I have some pretty graphics on my myspace site. I thoroughly enjoy laughter from both myself and others.
Always pick the prettiest pig
Who I'd like to meet: “In the temple of science are many mansions -- and various indeed are they that dwell therein and the motives that have led them there.
Many take to science out of a joyful sense of superior intellectual power; science is their own special sport to which they look for vivid experience and the satisfaction of ambition; many others are to be found in the temple who have offered the products of their brains on this altar for purely utilitarian purposes. Were an angel of the Lord to come and drive all the people belonging to these two categories out of the temple, it would be noticeably emptier but there would still be some men of both present and past times left inside -- . If the types we have just expelled were the only types there were, the temple would never have existed any more than one can have a wood consisting of nothing but creepers -- those who have found favor with the angel -- are somewhat odd, uncommunicative, solitary fellows, really less like each other than the hosts of the rejected.
What has brought them to the temple -- no single answer will cover -- escape from everyday life, with its painful crudity and hopeless dreariness, from the fetters of one's own shifting desires. A finely tempered nature longs to escape from his noisy cramped surroundings into the silence of the high mountains where the eye ranges freely through the still pure air and fondly traces out the restful contours apparently built for eternity. “
I'm glad you got your yellow fever vaccine this morning 'cause I'd feel a little uncomfortable if you started making passes at me at your wedding this coming weekend.
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