It was hot and a few of us dazed souls decided to cool off in the life-giving waters of Dead Man’s Creek. I’d left my jeans on the creek bank, my paperback copy of Jack Kerouac’s favorite Buddhist text, the Diamond Sutra, tucked inside. When I fetched my pants to head back to the concert, the book was gone. Since the sutra says “words cannot explain the real nature of the cosmos,” I shrugged off the loss.
Aye, right there with you, Glenn. All the way to the top of the little hill. I think you got it all; from the missing Diamond Sutra to the stars made of what is missing (that's where your book went), from the Uncertain Texas to the conclusion that we're already there. It was a fun walk. Always is. I'll be listening.
I must have gotten that idea from Sagan, about us being a way for the universe to know itself. I've been saying that we are a manifestation of the universe's inclination to understand itself.
In Search of Lost Time.
Aye, right there with you, Glenn. All the way to the top of the little hill. I think you got it all; from the missing Diamond Sutra to the stars made of what is missing (that's where your book went), from the Uncertain Texas to the conclusion that we're already there. It was a fun walk. Always is. I'll be listening.
I must have gotten that idea from Sagan, about us being a way for the universe to know itself. I've been saying that we are a manifestation of the universe's inclination to understand itself.
Was there; got no t-shirt.