Ryan

Well what can I spew out to define the mess that is me. I'm probably guilty of taking this ride far too seriously and sometimes feel like Im suffocating in my ignorance. To quote Virginia Woolf (I know how painfully emo right?) The beauty of the world has two edgez, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder." Im a bad man who has enough heart to want the the good guys to win. Un grand homme de taille moyen. Je ne suis pas Buddha, mais je cherche pour la fin de la souffrance pour tout le monde, malheureusement je suis peut-etre pas assez doue, desole hein.-- I think everyone should be able to tell a joke so: Three mice are sitting at a bar after the funeral of a fellow mouse, killed by an 80-year-old lady with a broom, trying to impress each other about how much tougher they are. The Texas mouse throws down a shot of bourbon, slams the empty glass onto the bar, turns to the California mouse and says, "When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set it off with my foot. When the bar comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it twenty times to work up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese." The California mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one after the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the Texas mouse and replies, "Oh yeah? When I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can, take it home, grind it up to a powder, and add it to my coffee each morning so I can get a good buzz going for the rest of the day." They both turn to the New Jersey mouse. The New Jersey mouse finishes the beer he has in front of him, lets out a long burp and says to the two, "I don't have time for this BS". Gotta go home and have sex with the cat."--One last thing, I have no idea who this Caveman guy is, I like his art sometimes and sometimes I really hate it. I take pictures of the art and put them on myspace, sometimes I feel so close to the artist that I actually wake up with paint stains on my clothes, its a weird joke because Im still so in the dark as to where this art comes from. Please help me find him, show him the light that will lead him out of his cave, I don't think the good people of this world have anything to fear from him, but I would be carefull when trying to enslave this raw spirit, he seems to be a primitive human and human nature can often be violent. I think he is just looking for freedom, I think he wants to find love, but maybe he is too primitive to understand that love isn't in a cage or a cave, but in his heart when it is open, his heart is the only thing no other man besides himself can shackle. To all the Cavemen of the world look in your heart for the savage instinct you have in yourself for survival, but please try to realize that we need to evolve, maybe one day we won't have to smash on each other. Maybe the man of tomorrow will be better than the modern caveman of today.--AWARENESS: The veil of illusion, or maya, that has been keeping you from perceiving reality as it is, is starting to burn away. The fire is not the heated fire of passion, but the cool flame of awareness. As it burns the veil, the face of a very delicate and child-like buddha becomes visible. The awareness that is growing in you now is not the result of any conscious "doing", nor do you need to struggle to make something happen. Any sense you might have had that you've been groping in the dark is dissolving now, or will be dissolving soon. Let yourself settle, and remember, that deep down inside you, you are just a witness, eternally silent, aware, and unchanged. A channel is now opening from the circumference of activity to that center of witnessing. It will help you to become detached, and a new awareness will lift the veil from your eyes.

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