Everyone is an option, but not really. You have to be careful doing it, but I recommend exploring everyone around you. Pick them up. Listen to them. Really, really look at them. Figure them out. Then put them back down. Try not to be obvious when you do this. If they realize what you're doing they won't act naturally. You'll get scripted life like reality television. It may get written poorly, it may get written on the spot, but it's still written. You don't want this. What you want is to invade them where they live, to intrude where they think you cannot come, to catch them unaware.
In most people I see the key to living happily. All around me people tell me, without knowing it, the better way. I take careful notes and resolve to become that person. I will wear what they wear. I will eat what they eat. I will know what they know and love what they love. I will hold my mouth like that, with the little upturn on the lips, pursed together, eyes looking intently between here and there at the minute details of nothing at all. Every day I learn the way. Every day I really understand, for the first time, what it all means.
Still here I am. Day after day. Month after month. Life after life after life. My experiences do not accumulate. I'm karmic Teflon. Tomorrow will be today, as was yesterday. I felt this same way in France, in Egypt, in Mesopotamia, in the Pangæan Sea. Only one time around, in a distant life, did I believe in transmigration of the soul. Mostly, in the other lives, I've been the skeptical sort. I've no use for such nonsense. I never have. Well, once I did.
There is a girl, I'd say two or three years old, holding her juice with both hands high above her head as she walks. I will do this. From now on, I will do this. It is so obviously the right way.
Hello, friends. How are you?
Later. Love.
(Originally posted 06/24/2008. Sorry for the repost. Busy.)
