Day 32
Tamer day,
Went to the old Uni today, visited an inventor. Good to be back. THen I visited mom at school and met some of her kids and colleauges. Wehad sushi in a local restaurant, and then I went to my new Zen group.
We worked on a Koan today.
A monk goes to Jaujo, and tells him,
"I came to see the famous stone bridge of Jaujo, and instead, all I see is a simple wood bridge".
Jaujo replies, "You see a wood bridge. You do not see the stone bridge".
The monk then asks "What IS the stone bridge"
Jaujo kindly tells him, "Donkeys cross over. Horses cross over".
So, recover was like that for me. I was so convinced that life was supposed to be differently than I was for me. I was straining to see the stone bridge and was dissapointed by the simple wood bridge. But, in the end, the both let me cross over to this side.
So here I am, and I have to report very little of interest about being absolutely wonderfully abusive with my body this weekend. Three straight nights of hard drinking and one night with hard other things (some of which are what you might be thihnking of and others not, but hey, we all carry our stone bridges around with us). The results were...nothing. I feel slow today, and a bit beat up, but nothing to mention really. Just a little bleary. I met an inventor today for 2 hours, and never came the pounding headaches, the visual distortions, the piercing whine in my head that meeting new people had for over adecade. nothing. silence. Just normal.
So tomorrow I test my luck and celebrate the catholic's decimation of the traditional animist religion of ireland. I dont know why we celebrate this, but I am in it for the mayhem. I am a little irish and catholic, but the irish part of me was protestant, and the catholic part of me Czech, so, well, I am confused, as most of us in the US, so fuck it, Erin go braugh right?
Went to the old Uni today, visited an inventor. Good to be back. THen I visited mom at school and met some of her kids and colleauges. Wehad sushi in a local restaurant, and then I went to my new Zen group.
We worked on a Koan today.
A monk goes to Jaujo, and tells him,
"I came to see the famous stone bridge of Jaujo, and instead, all I see is a simple wood bridge".
Jaujo replies, "You see a wood bridge. You do not see the stone bridge".
The monk then asks "What IS the stone bridge"
Jaujo kindly tells him, "Donkeys cross over. Horses cross over".
So, recover was like that for me. I was so convinced that life was supposed to be differently than I was for me. I was straining to see the stone bridge and was dissapointed by the simple wood bridge. But, in the end, the both let me cross over to this side.
So here I am, and I have to report very little of interest about being absolutely wonderfully abusive with my body this weekend. Three straight nights of hard drinking and one night with hard other things (some of which are what you might be thihnking of and others not, but hey, we all carry our stone bridges around with us). The results were...nothing. I feel slow today, and a bit beat up, but nothing to mention really. Just a little bleary. I met an inventor today for 2 hours, and never came the pounding headaches, the visual distortions, the piercing whine in my head that meeting new people had for over adecade. nothing. silence. Just normal.
So tomorrow I test my luck and celebrate the catholic's decimation of the traditional animist religion of ireland. I dont know why we celebrate this, but I am in it for the mayhem. I am a little irish and catholic, but the irish part of me was protestant, and the catholic part of me Czech, so, well, I am confused, as most of us in the US, so fuck it, Erin go braugh right?
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