"Child, If you wish to be free, Shun the poison of the senses. Seek the nectar of truth, Of love and forgiveness, Simplicity and happiness."
--Ashtavakra Gita 1:1-2
The Monkster took me out for a drive in our coupe before. He said, "You can choose the CD!"
As we were spelunking around Brooklyn, listening to Big Star on this hot hot hot day, I had the thought like a bolt outta the blue, "I'm seeing all this for the last time."
It's as if I clicked into someone else's identity for a moment, and A.M.A. became someone else, too. We were much older, and seeing all the young people walking around felt ok: "Life goes on."
Very weird. Deeply sad. Maybe some dying soul used me as a pod for a few minutes. Or, more likely, perhaps I've been driven mad by the heat.
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