Friday, February 26, 2016

Fields of Dreams

I dream of something, but it is unclear.  A dream of desire.  A field of them.  Desires like truths.  There are millions.  Pick one and make it your own.  Deform yourself around it.  It is "yours."

The Buddha says. . . rid yourself of desires.

I'll rid myself of the desire to make good pictures again.  That is the path to true Nirvana.

Early and long, full day at the factory.  I must rid myself of the desire not to go.

Ghandi said a person should do two things s/he doesn't want to do every day.

Churchill responded that he did.  He went to bed at night and rose in the morning.

Oh those Brits.

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