Never Gets Old, Kentucky Home, My. (i.e., Why Are You Here?)

Read on. This is not a practice of word salad lexical access drills. This is not a cheese sandwich. This is not the Turks against the Curds. This is life, bebe. Life on life's terms. This searching, reaching the inner networks of your mind and focusing on "moment" which is time, which is an occurrence betw/ events, awareness of these events, something crucial, like thee crux of a techno Information Age rock climb on granite where, like silicates, looking for the quartz time piece from the feldspar. Good karma, good vibes.

Are you practing awareness/mindfulness, practing szazen, see process, progress, path, in lieu of "goal?" Destination "connotational relation" w/ goal? My goal is to be in the process, on the path, in this sense, direction and forte-magnitude, like a magnum opus a journey. Did you get the toys in the attic, the paper and pen, the 380 PC, enough to fulfill one's needs and a little bit of an amount considered excess? Everything to this time, this event, seeing eye level the horizon, everything is in existence in different string theory representation of uniqueness and specific/general relations. Beyond time and space, say Event Sputnik, the beat poet w/ concertina and/or such has tale after tale so to speak, time a joke(?), just understand ... change, these changes of events marking time and timelessness accepting en toto the world and universe beyond galaxies, the curse of 2, 500 years ... . Well, it has been said by learned and scholars, "Curse me and be cursed by G_d." It is not about one person. It is for everyone. It is just how G_d works. I have nothing to do about curses. Right?

You see? I am writing. Not talking about douing the writing. Right? Am I rectifying confusion, misleading moments of the past? Threatening blemish upon the future? Am I being in the moment now? Am I by a perspective both writing and just talking about doing the writng? Call it paradox? Call it paradigm? Call it Ishmael? No. Call it a Laurie Anderson clone? No. No. Call it cerebral pleasure? This business of making others have better well-being? Go for the well-being jugular vein, feel that pulse, the blood rushing to give her pleasure to create well-being, free from the event horizon? Being? Yes, being in the moment, a time of no event change, no event at all, complete objective danger of being completely and wholly free from manifestation of mindset of that which would be to hinder. One is free. Like the concept that the word "jazz" means literally to play (schpielt) "like there is no such thing as sin." Like James Taylor sang; we are "on our way by now." Just a pleasant thought provoking note to remind the reader to return to writing. Bring that puppy back to the proverbial paper. Again J.T., "Little dog David, ... give me a week or two to capture my cool." Id est, "ici" (from French, the concept in English "here."). Now is the time to write, regally. (Close enough. If you see changes needed to be made in the world, you have found why you are here. You are here to change the world in that way!) Good times to you. See it in yourself. Change yourself that way. You have just changed the world. "Let it begin w/ me!" Novel idea? Nothing new? Same sun shing like yesterday. Be free from being a fool who passes by a lesson, in the learning experiences of one's life. Open walls, "formal" and "informal." Any dichotomy. En toto. Mindfulness.