Reality has no substance beyond my ability to sense it.
This creates a mystery. What realities lie beyond my ability to sense them?
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Reality Has No Substance
Oh I got a hammer
To hammer in the morning
To hammer in the morning
Your sleepy head
It nails danger
It nails warnings
Whacking my brothers and sisters
All over this land
Oh I got a cleaver
To chop in the evening
To chop in the evening
You dunderheads
It splatters brain parts
It splatters blood
Bludgeoning my brothers and sisters
All over this land
[Disposable Poem April 10, 2010]
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