I am the new Buddha, and I shall call myself ELECTRON. ------------------------------------------------------------
--------------------------------------------------------We had a summer of love. A great time for humanity. A summer of love followed by 40 years of things. Objects. Fourty years of hiding ourselves in trivialities that we had created for protection. It's a good life- not having to own up to yourself. It's easy. But you're throwing out the baby with the bath water. By fashioning our minds in an armour we call "self," we're keeping out the unwanted and the wanted. We've got to come out of our shells. Look outside of ourselves. Look outside. (No really, if you're reading this- look outside. Open the door and take in the world. Notice how it's beautiful and please, please love it). There's more than this- more than our little cages. This is what they discovered in 1967. But how come the feeling dwindled into doldrums? Summer of love, Ha. How about a decade of love? a century? How about a permanent escape from this vampire empire?
