I’m increasingly realizing that everybody here is insane. Some people more than others. The bad ones are those who don’t realize it, who think they understand exactly what’s going on, and they’re right about it.
Before waking up, I was having this lucid dream where I was trying to help myself while I was a bit stuck in another sort of lucid dream. You know, help myself as a therapist, as I might assist somebody else who was feeling a bit stuck. The way I was stuck is kind of a recurring theme in mostly lucid dreams I…
“The intuitive sensation of “being” in an environment, real or virtual, which results from the capacity to carry out one’s intentions within that environment. In other words, because of presence, an individual is able to situate himself in a physical and social space by defining his own boundaries.” —…
It has now been some years since I discovered the network of tunnels under my house. At first I called them steam tunnels. Made no sense, because who would need steam tunnels under a quiet suburban neighborhood?
“Ataraxia is a Greek term used by Pyrrho and subsequently Epicurus for a lucid state of robust equanimity, characterized by ongoing freedom from distress and worry.” — Wikipedia
There are a variety of ways of arriving at such a state. They mostly add up to not being attached to things…
I’m in Apartment 5D. It is right around the corner, but people have trouble finding it.
(Cartoon by Bob Mankoff in the New Yorker)
It has never really been a great idea, but it was at least a somewhat workable strategy for those who managed to get the job. Being an executive of any kind, who makes executive decisions, and takes executive actions, by issuing executive orders.
It took me a few days to gather the necessary equipment, or what I thought would be the necessary equipment. Oh, and the courage.
Moving the chair, and the plant, covering the door, I found the hole in the ground as I had left it. “Hole in the ground” is the wrong term, as we’re on…
Reality is going out of style. Facts don’t have the power they used to have. Getting more serious about things just bores everybody. Imagine if, quite surprisingly and paradoxically, the path to fixing the world, turning it into the joyful abundant utopia it easily could be, isn’t at all…
It took a number of years before I noticed it. In the back of my closet, where I hang my shirts and my jackets, there’s a wooden ledge that appears to serve no particular purpose. At each end there’s a support knob. One day, for no particular reason, after getting a shirt, I pushed on the…