In Which, On a Good Day, the Moon Goes Down in Ohio

06/13/2006 5:40 AM – 6:01 AM

So what do you conclude, old man – is it better to be wise or happy? I don’t really know and it’s beside the point anyway. I’m up and the world is turning. Let go of that which doesn’t matter. What matters? And that’s the question isn’t it. Not knowing the end of the matter, how do we decide which way to proceed?

I recommend “Peanuts” and Dean Martin. Throw in Romantic Comedies for levity. All this circles around. You are now alive and it’s better to be happily alive than unhappily so. So. Get up in the morning. Drink your coffee, do something that slowly builds up to something. That which wastes the time you’re living in, let go. Save your money. Own less stuff that you’ll never use or only use once. Go ahead and get those few things that you’ll use again and again. If you can afford it. Find out what those few things are. What are those few things? That’s a question worth musing on the day through. Thoreau borrowed his axe. And the land his shack was on.

When you can, let yourself enjoy this. When you can’t, hold on ‘til you can. Perhaps someday, you’ll learn how to enjoy the hold damn thing. This this being all you have. The waning moon is still in the sky, sinking down in the southwest. Perhaps somewhere in Ohio. Two birds flew in front of the window and then vanished behind the houses. Where were you going? Where did you come from? Where are you right now? This is where we are. In this now. Can we make it better? Then let it go and be. You have more than enough, do something with it. Underneath all, pursue peace. Wake up and shake the dust from your eyes. See the world in its better light. Your soul is the appraiser of its existence. Value it highly. Now let it go and be. This is enough. This is more than enough. The little room is larger than you need. One inch square is one inch square to clean. Live here and save your money for that thing which will come when the time comes – a fort against fear, provision for the journey. You’re awake. You’re here. Though you cannot prove to Whom you give it, give thanks. You’re life is that good.