That's my point. I'd say to stick it where it belongs but there isn't a pointless drivel section.

Am I the only one who misses Angus Mann? I find that hard to believe. Oh, well. Carry on, pointless drivel.

I really prefer Angus Mann to the 3-page books expounding upon "Why Those Morons In The Government Should Listen To My Ideas About How To Run The World"

I think if this is to become the pointless drivel thread, I shall remain in here. Should fit in nicely. :lol:

Reminds me of a Koan.

Buddha told a parable in sutra:

A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him.

Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!

Mokugen was never known to smile until his last day on earth. When his time came to pass away he said to his faithful ones: "You have studied under me for more than ten years. Show me your real interpretation of Zen. Whoever expresses this most clearly shall be my successor and receive my robe and bowl."

Everyone watched Mokugen's severe face, but no one answered.

Encho, a disciple who had been with his teacher for a long time, moved near the bedside. He pushed forward the medicine cup a few inches. That was his answer to the command.

The teacher's face became even more severe. "Is that all you understand?" he asked.

Encho reached out and moved the cup back again.

A beautiful smile broke over the features of Mokugen. "You rascal," he told Encho. "You worked with me ten years and have not yet seen my whole body. Take the robe and bowl. They belong to you."

Buddha didn't make a lot of sense.

Just because you're unenlightened... ;)

i gazed at my feet
. unsure
yet the earth there
remained unmoving
.
it was 10:03

and the clouds had not yet gathered


. my nutsack hurts

Then I saw that I wore ruby slippers
(with diamonds on the soles).
I became filled with answers,
and the earth moved beneath me
at e=mc2 o'clock.
What did I care about storm fronts?
I stepped on the head of the snake
with my sharp diamond toes.

a butterfly flew across the sun
it's shadow crossed my path

but i was getting snake off of my shoe
113 carats of death

princess cut
VVS1
color: D

the butterfly's shadow burns

burns burns burns
nutsack moving earth:
E=clarity and precision cut squared

the snake is unmoving
the flower is unforgiving

to and fro

"The whole world is burning, Oh bikhu's!"

"Burning with what, oh Master?"
they asked the Budhha.

"Desire," he said
as he crunched his teeth into the crisp apple,
his eyes glinting like diamonds
(princess cut
VVS1
color: D)

The snake grabbed it chance in an e=mc2
and was re-incarnated as a lotus flower.

cannot be taken
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
an ASCII rocketship
made of Zen

please don't let me have the last word on this. it's embarrassing.