An internet-based diary might be as ephemeral as stuffing notes into bottles and then casting them out to sea. Beats Facebook, though, for sure.
I'm so self-important, sitting here writing a paragraph each day into the ether. I read through others' work with only slightly less connection to the words I've written myself. Detachment and mindfulness are one thing, but I need to pull the dial back from "7" to about "3".
I'm a terrible Buddhist- there are some people I just can't even stand to listen to, and others I can't let go of. Some of these are my own personalities, even. I do laugh at that old joke, though, every time I hear it:
"A Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog vendor, and the vendor says 'What'll you have?' The monk smiles and says, "Make me one with everything."
I'm so self-important, sitting here writing a paragraph each day into the ether. I read through others' work with only slightly less connection to the words I've written myself. Detachment and mindfulness are one thing, but I need to pull the dial back from "7" to about "3".
I'm a terrible Buddhist- there are some people I just can't even stand to listen to, and others I can't let go of. Some of these are my own personalities, even. I do laugh at that old joke, though, every time I hear it:
"A Buddhist monk walks up to a hot dog vendor, and the vendor says 'What'll you have?' The monk smiles and says, "Make me one with everything."
