the only way to remember not to hurt is to love in gratitude, like a child, a plant, a dog, one that needs to be taken care of with good water, steady light, fresh food, long walks ion nature, sleep, and the daily coming of the X. it's that simple but somehow there's always something i forget. what is this forgetting? why is it so much easier to forget than it is to remember? "every frozen soul, every good inention turned dishonest, these are the gross manifestations of our darkest fears, our mortality looking deep into the eyes of our citizenship, a paralysis of our higher mind and our greater spirit." Packing up Mama's apartment two years after she's gone... swings me somewhere but not here. Mama! -Howling to you from the holy road, X=h/m, me and the dharma dog both.