[recycled sixtie]

Originally Posted by tabs

I was just thinking about my own position about being "lucky." The thought came into my mind that the glass is half full but it could be worse it could be completely empty. So I think that I am not happy and don't think I am lucky if the glass is only half full. I want it completely full all the time.

But that is not a reasonable position as Mother tells me. So what separates the men from the boyz is ones ability to pick themselves up in the midst of despair. To keep on taking that next step and never settling for less than being one with the self and having peace of mind.

To that end I have achieved that goal beyond my wildest dreams. The synapses in my head fire so fast and with such clarity and definition it like taking a hit of pure snow. Snap, I can just see it for what it is with out any plus or minus biases. It is simply the integration of emotion and intellect into the realized self which leads to the next step of the spiritual transcendence. I am free, the walls of the box have fallen away and all there is, is open space as far as the eye can see. In the abstract everything is spatial much like the geometry of playing Pool or the intricate workings of a Swiss watch with multiple complexities. But there is also the depths of a huge sense of loss of all the people and pets that I have loved so much. That Pathos tempers everything and leads to the collective memory and an understanding of those elusive "animal spirits" of emotion. I can now say it, I have become the wise old man of the dream, but I still have the sword of the hero in my hand.

Well said Tabs