Universal Cosmic Intelligence at UCI (UC Irvine)
Bat crazy bats. BC Bill Clinton. Unwise owls. Birdbrain birds. Dumbshit and stupid poop. Is Diddy a daddy. The FBI said a fib about a defibrillator for your fibula. Peter Pan doesn't want his peter in a pan. Stick a needle in my eye, said Popeye? Waterskiing skeeters. What's UP, Uttar Pradesh?! I killed a man on Kilimanjaro, just to watch him dye his clothes. I bought a yawl, y'all! Harry Belafonte's hairy elephant. Tipper smokes Clippers with Jack the Ripper, skipper. I've got Joanie on the phone from Coney Island - she bought a bony pony for Tony! Groan. Is it a phony pony, Tony? The teenager idly idolized Billy Idol. With discernment, you can discern a mint from a square of chocolate. Howard at Harvard. The app to find apes in the Appalachians. Juneau, You know? Juniper on Jupiter in June. Juveniles are listening to a rejuvenating jukebox in Juba. Judy, Julie, Jules, Jude, Judah, and Jubien have good juju. Virgos, like a version! HE and SHE, Habitat Enrichment and Super-Happy Ecstasy. ER, The Emergency Room on the Earth-Realm; Human Resources in the Heavenly Realm. Jesse Helms overwhelmed Elmo's realm. Anselm climbed an elm. Natalie Grant sings for the gnats and the ants! The hip-hop artist raps, snaps, claps, and taps. The torturer zapped and then took a nap. Metro PCS (personal communication service) and CPS (childhood protective services). A madhouse pandemonium riot of babble, screaming, and noise. I'm in the shit, and hit and bit! I'd like to spit some wit but my body's about to quit! I'm having a fit about some nitwit who used his military kit to get me lit, sitting in this pit. My last words? I was a Zit! I've been popped! IT. Ooze and Oz.
Happy Vesak day! It celebrates the BED of Buddha (Birth, Enlightenment, Death). The Dalai Lama says sleeping is a good form of meditation, btw. Champion sleepers are champion meditators! And Buddha means "Awake." Rage against the machine screams, Wake Up! They have a burning buddhist monk on the cover of their album. It's Thich Quang Duc. He self-immolated to protest the Vietnam War. He's not the only one. Sick, if you ask me. Suicide is never worth it, in my book. Anyway, may peace and comfort and kindness and compassion and love and truth and joy and freedom fill your day and every day. Impermanence. That is the fundamental difference with most Christians. Heaven to a Buddhist is Nirvana, bliss (in this life, while you're alive), not being in hell, living a good life of virtue and service with basic needs met, not some madness about acquisitive greed for billions, cars, mansions, yachts, helicopters, stuff. Not some treadmill of sacrifice to chase a dream of "success." Heaven? To me, that's a book, Nature, a movie, a meal, music, endorphins, a dream, intimacy, leisure, health, compliments and gratitude, waking well-rested, a good think, a good conversation, time with friends, laughter, etc. You can even be happy for No Reason, with an "attitude of gratitude" (savoring, appreciation, loving-kindness). It's not some hoped-for dream-world astral plane or something that some mysterious ghost part-of-me goes to after I die. I mean, if I wake up there after I die, I'll be surprised, to put it mildly. Anyway, where is this place, and what part of me is going there? It's absolutely ridiculous philosophy to base a life on, in my view. Just be here and now, and love life. Everybody dies. May your daze be happy this May!
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