What lovely thoughts! What terrible places we'll see!

Semi-sentient beings,

I like to think that the world isn't the horrid, beautiful place it is sometimes. At times I like to think of it as a big parade balloon, floating down the Avenue, a magnificantly commercial product, full of nothing but hot air, and yet not unpleasing to the eye. Guided by the few - I won't designate them either fortunate or not - bouncing around between the babel-towers of the powerful, with a great big smile painted on. Alas. I just go wild sometimes.

I anticipate that, despite the fact that I've cancelled my Paros, Greece, plans, I will nonetheless be residing in Athens within a year. Possibly as early as February, no later than August, both in the year 2010 of our Lord. Often, in the midst of daytime reverie (which, given my current Walden-in-a-room situation, doesn't happen as often as you might expect), I see myself in fantastic drunken orgies with girls and boys cut from the same cloth, or maybe sitting in a Platonic symposium, lying casually in some divan taken right out of the Orient, talking republics, realities, all while - not without some distracting discourse, mind you - the girls play their aulos between topping off our coblets of wine. Naturally, these orgies are in honor of Dionysus, for I do believe that the god himself placed a piece of his torn flesh in my soul before he was resureccted, Christ-like. The symposiums are not in honor of any athletic or poetic achievements; simply discourse and and making merry for their own sakes. 

Well, there's only two ways to view these scenes: in a year's time, I will be furthering these pipe-dreams in a Psychology lecture; or I might, in retrospect, just be comparable to the famed oracles of Delphi. 

But anything that's been sprung from my woolgathering and shape-shifted into these flimsy words must be possible. Rest assured my palate will be ready should the opportunity present itself.

Pray softly and dream loudly, romantic hearts.

Post script:

It should also be noted that the term 'literary onanism' is quite sufficient for everything said heretofore, and the term strikes such a positive note, with the exception that, after such rigorous reverie, one does not face what the French call la petite mort, which strikes the adult male so often post-climax. 

Suchness

Is there a fourth dimension?

One can only imagine being able to answer this question amongst the dregs of society, in the gutter and gazing at the stars, in a flux of consciousness no man should endure if he (quite idiotically) fears for his life, to be that derelict pretender to the cardboard throne of Henry Miller....

Forgive me, old sports, as I ponder.

If we can say that time is a spatial dimension - the 4th dimension, natch - well, what does this mean for the future of human development? Can we ever be sure? Will this current body I inhabit ever know?

Eternity can only exist if the traditional concept of 'time' is held fast. This I cannot do. 

Mayhaps this 4th dimension is seen only in dreams. Or rather, in a dream state, we catch only a chaotic glimpse of this world, where there is no time, and all time is everywhere all the time. Often in a dream world, we see a clock - and the numbers are in an abnormal state. In fact, Lucid DreamMasters encourage you to, if possible, look at a clock in order to become aware of your Dream-ness - for what place does a clock have in a world where time has no meaning?

I suppose then, to be truly enlightened, is for one's consciousness to be aware of this - The Ending of Time. Samsara and Nirvana and all that. "To be in the now" perhaps means to understand that there is no past, and there is no future, and there is no present - there is only the now; which is to say, there is only the past, present, and future all at the same time (such as in my hypothetical 4th dimension) - which we might call the Now.

Very soon we will see Buddhists being gratified all around the world as relativity theory and quantum mechanics catch up to the old religion, where the non-existent walls between empirical science and subjective psychology fall, and thus they won't be non-existent because there will be nothing to not exist. 

Can you see the smile on the Buddha's face now?

All life is suffering, but this will be a marvelous Now.