Stop barking...

Emptying the Saturday mailbox…

Yesterday was the 75th anniversary of the report that a “flying saucer” had crashed near Roswell Army Air Base in New Mexico;

and it was the 200th anniversary of the death in 1822 of Percy Bysshe Shelley. Just shy of his 30th birthday, he died at sea off the coast of Italy,

Jus'sayin' : Georgia O'keeffe got a dozen paintings from a shattered dinner plate.

You can't step in the same river once.

All conceptions as to the existence of the self, as well as conceptions as to the existence of a supreme self, as well as all conceptions as to the non-existence of the supreme self, are equally arbitrary, being only conceptions. – The Diamond Sutra.
“We’re like a dog barking up a tree that isn’t there. When we see there’s no tree, we can finally stop barking.”-- Wei Wu Wei

Avoid the “is” of identity.