Do it not for recognition,
but, rather, for the Love of it.

I've been meaning to meditate more,
what better reason that internal disharmony?

I seek not to find,
I simply seek.
I seek not to gain it,
I seek to simply be it.
I seek the One,
whether within
or without.

Progress comes from within;
Understanding comes from within;
Experience comes from all sides;
use it how you will.

Know yourself
before you allow yourself
to damage others;
however, sometimes
it is your wrath
that shows you
who you truly are.

Try not to take it so personally;
Maybe I say this for me
more so than for you,
Try not to take it so personally;
Maybe for some
it is more personally true,
Try not to take it so personally;
Maybe I say this for me
more so than for you:

Try not to take it so personally.

If this Apex is behind you,
move on to the next.
Be thy own
Apex.

In terms of metaphysical well-being,
do not attempt to find external solutions to internal problems.

Though external solutions may, at best, catalyze opportunities,
they tend to serve as a temporary comfort or distraction
rather than a cure for the nature of the problem at hand;

A "bad mood"
is a great opportunity
to tune your Consciousness.

Life is full of those moments;
the purpose of them
is to learn from them
and grow.

Look outward for information.
Look within for understanding.

Actualize your Godself.

In this back pocket of the Universe I call my Body and Mind
wages a constant struggle for Self.

Aspects of me such as Shadow and Ego
strive for my mental electoral college votes
to preside as a sort of Pope of Cognition,
but they can only win
if I don't fight them;

if you can best your Shadow aspects and Ego beasts,
they will respect you,
and when your Shadow and Ego respect you,
You metamorphosize into Yougod;
people will sing your praise
and you will want them to stop
for they are the same thing in potentia
and they only distract themselves with their reverence
instead of actualizing their own potential
and becoming Godselves, themselves.

Little peeves me more
than seeing someone
who reminds me of me
doing something
unlike I would.

Then again,
little inspires me more
than things unlike me.

I often find
I function best
when I'm alone.

Go figure
that I can be
such a romantic.

Here's what my phone suggests:

Ultimately,
we should kick off the holiday season with a bit of it and we figured out how my appreciation for the night was a complication,
but I was just asking for the day I've never seen anything about the it,
yet it was in my head while you're here. nonetheless,
she said she would like what you offer to get some more info about this point in time
and she seems to have a strange way with my dog
moreover, I don't think I can do it there anymore,
unless you can come by or I would be a good time!

What if Evil exits
as an antithesis of what Good can be
so as to show by counter-example how awful it is
when the Good is under-appreciated
and thus serves as a sort-of self aware hypocritical advertisement
for the antithesis of the antithesis,
which is, simply, to be Good?

There is much Music that is good
but not so interesting;
just as there is much Music that is interesting
but not so good.

To find Music that is both good and interesting;
that is to say Music with which you harmonize intellectually as well as intuitively,
is highly unlikely.

The chances are against you.

So, cherish it when you find it.

It is all too rare;
That is why I seek to make my own

One account for all of Google;
at your fingertips
at your doorstep.

If gossip be as a hobby,
maybe that noxious scrutiny
oughtta be turned inwards:
the toxicity of talking ****
(however insidious and infectious)
shall taint your humility and soil your words:

Tread carefully;
such paths be steep:
what One opts to sew
One inexorably reaps.

Compliment people randomly,
but genuinely.

"Thank you
for granting me
this opportunity
to face these aspects
of myself
i'd much rather
sweep under the carpet."

Make thyself important,
though not by mere words;
for they who claim importance
are fatally mistaken all too often.

Make thyself important
and none shall turn from thee for long,
for thy merit and consummation
shall be thy calling card:

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Be good at what you do.
Do what you love.
Love what nurtures thy soul.
Inspire others to do the same.

These are but four of the tenets by which I try to live.

If they are shown to be obsolete,
they shall be revised,
but, until such a time,
they seem to be wise.

The Universe loves good chances to knock a head or two out of the clouds.

"Growing Up"
is a Euphemism
for gaining the capacity
for more Responsibility.

It can be said
that by this definition;
very few seem to grow up.

They tell us
that to "grow up"
means to **** up to the Man (in essence)
and to learn to pay the Man's dues;
far too many grow up
by this definition.

Please;
attain an edified perspective
enough to be trusted
with your own free will,
That is to say;
"grow up"

"I am flawed, therefore you must change."
Why do so many use this as a basis for judgement?

"Ich bin fehlerhaft, daher musst du dich ändern."
Warum nutzen so viele dies als eine Grundlage zum urteilen?

"The guilty conscience shall know no peace."

If anyone would be interested to watch me explain some stuff about the way harmonics work as applied to the guitar, check this out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJmAw0ITeuc

I get down and nerdy about some basic physics and music theory as they pertain to the guitar, strings, and harmonics. Perhaps some of you may dig it!

Sitting packed in the back
of a semi-decrepit white Subaru
belonging to the Swedish Harpist
driven by the Romanian Drummer
with a literal car-full
of perfectly tetrised musical instruments,
including:

Four cymbals, two toms, a hi-hat, and a stool,
a Celtic double-Harp,
an electric Piano,
and two guitars
(an acoustic-electric twelve-string and an electric six-string)
with a few days' clothing
and, not knowing where we're sleeping, a sleeping bag,
all the while
devouring Matza and pumpkin seeds
(that we bought at Trader Joe's)
as we barrel moderately safely
down various back roads and Highways
in this car weighted as a truck and driven as a motorcycle
towards enigmatic San Francisco
to play a couple shows,
two days in a row:

one, at a literally underground Theatre
(in which improv comedy is, apparently, king of kings)
smack-dab 'pon the border of Union Square,
and another, for a private birthday party
typified by oh so many avid Burners.

Surely, our Psychedelic Jazz Funk-Rock
will find some empathic ears!

Y'know, last summer,
when I said I wanted
to be in a Gypsy Band,
I sure didn't see this coming:
this is pretty ******* Gypsy,
in my observational opinion.

Well,
here I am,
and I even asked for it.

For us three,
this will certainly be
an interesting few days,
down in the Bay,
on our way to play
wherever it is we may,
and all I can say
is: "Okay,
this is the stuff
books are made of,"
and, "Well,
time to live
one hell of a story!"

Halloween without candy is like Capitalism if you're broke.

Halloween is the one day a year all the people with stigmas against Cosplay drop it and Cosplay also.


Funny how stigmas are dropped if there happens to be an established cultural holiday.
Can you say "subconscious cultural double standards"?

Your Happiness is your own responsibility.

Am I the only one who finds it deeply ironic in an almost sickening way
that, here in the United States, Armistice Day became Veterans Day?
Not saying that homage is bad to pay,
but I simply wish to say
Armistice; that is to say
the diplomatic end of War,
should preclude future Veterans.
Maybe I'm too idealistic.
Maybe I'm not idealistic enough.
In either case;
the Military is a Tool.
I mean no disrespect;
I simply mean to reflect
upon what it is  I see and feel.
Still, I wish humbly to convey
happy pseudo-Armistice day!

Something about being 151 miles from home
walking around barefoot all day
in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, California
wearing a vest and some black cotton pants,
drinking good Cabernet and lots of water,
eating homemade pasta salad and chicken sandwiches,
in the early-Autumn Summer-esque temperatures,
the third day of the 2013 Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival,
witnessing Gogol Bordello and The Devil Makes Three,
with my great Friends, and also Roomates, Abdul and his Wife,
and their friend and her 20 month old Son
makes me feel sort of ... *****.

Funny how that works;
Unprotected feet on very Public grounds
Unprotected feet on verily treded grounds;
Going barefoot is nice, though.

(Except the ******* sidewalks, incidentally.
Even the streets are nicer to walk on barefoot. Even pineneedles!
I am disappointed, San Francisco! I thought you were on the side of the hippies!)

If anything was learned from the Sixties,
it's that unprotected anything
in San Francisco
is easily a hazard.
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Now, that was a ******* amazing day.
Now; to the shower and then directly the **** to bed!
Away!