It Is Not Good To Talk About

The World Comes To Us In An Endless Stream Of Puzzle Pieces That We Would Like To Think All Fit Together Somehow, But That In Fact Never Do.

Unless You're Fond Of Hollering You Don't Make Great Conversations On A Running Cycle. Instead You Spend Your Time Being Aware Of Things And Meditating On Them. On Sights And Sounds, On The Mood Of The Weather And Things Remembered, On The Machine And The Countryside You're In, Thinking About Things At Great Leisure And Length Without Being Hurried And Without Feeling You're Losing Time.

It's Paradoxical That Where People Are The Most Closely Crowded, In The Big Coastal Cities In The East And West, The Loneliness Is The Greatest... The Explanation, I Suppose, Is That The Physical Distance Between People Has Nothing To Do With Loneliness. It's Psychic Distance...

You Have To Remember, That Insane People Can Do Some Horrors Themselves. I Had Committed No Crime, Though. I Hadn't Shot Anybody. Yet.

The Buddha, The Godhead, Resides Quite As Comfortably In The Circuits Of A Digital Computer Or The Gears Of A Cycle Transmission As He Does At The Top Of A Mountain Or In The Petals Of A Flower. To Think Otherwise Is To Demean The Buddha - Which Is To Demean Oneself.