And, life goes on. Not sure if there is any point in my taking clarinet lessons (which I am doing). I’m not “obsessive” about practicing, which I’d hoped I would be. I am, however, influenced by the sound I produce, I seek a better sound, but it’s not my only thought these days.
There is no ANSWER, only the process of asking or wondering. I have flashes of places I’d like to be, like Marseilles, or Arizona. Or in Toronto at some sort of advanced workshop on meta-cultural criticism. Or maybe in New Zealand, visiting an artist friend.
A friend was sharing pictures this morning at the coffeeshop of his experience at Burning Man (in Nevada) last year...or was it the year before? Seems an interesting interlude, but not “reality.” Still, I’d like to go sometime. I think I could enjoy an amusing non-reality right now. I’ve been so serious for so long.
Reading “The Wisdom of Insecurity,” by Alan Watts.
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Ummmm....what if we do a brief survey of the people who actually care what "The Answer" is. I think we'd find that the vast majority of them are childless, or have grown children. And their toilet bowls probably need a good cleaning, if some woman isn't doing that for them. There is so much work to be done, things to be read....how do you people find the time for worrying about The Answer??? I have to say I find it self-indulgent and distressing. Come on over to my house and help me with the kids and housework if you've got so much free time!
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