To get to the absolute bottom
of simplicity—
that would be the aim.
that would be the aim.
For that, we need certain
simples—
a cultured, trans-looking man
wanders among the rocks,
sampling and sucking certain herbs;
asked why, they reply
that, feeling a superabundance of life,
they now seek the peace of oblivion
and want to lose their reason, a wish
that seems quite superfluous.
a cultured, trans-looking man
wanders among the rocks,
sampling and sucking certain herbs;
asked why, they reply
that, feeling a superabundance of life,
they now seek the peace of oblivion
and want to lose their reason, a wish
that seems quite superfluous.
The law of the LORD is perfect,
comforting the soul;
the testimony of the LORD is sure,
making wise the simple.
comforting the soul;
the testimony of the LORD is sure,
making wise the simple.
How does the LORD testify,
then?
By HIS commandments, obviously—
Thou shalt not: you name it.
Thou shalt not give thyself pleasure
by stroking thine own genitals—
as it is written in Genesis!
By HIS commandments, obviously—
Thou shalt not: you name it.
Thou shalt not give thyself pleasure
by stroking thine own genitals—
as it is written in Genesis!
St. Paul knew the Greeks would
never buy the briss.
And all the other drugs in
Plato’s pharmacy—
the drugs our own brain knows the formulas for.
They make us feel good, feel normal—
our unadulterated state—
happy at last,
or happy in the first place!
the drugs our own brain knows the formulas for.
They make us feel good, feel normal—
our unadulterated state—
happy at last,
or happy in the first place!
The LORD preserves the simple;
I was brought low, and he helped me.
I was brought low, and he helped me.
I once was lost, but now I’m
found, you know.
To find your direction, lose your compass—
like that boy McCaslin,
leaving his watch and compass draped on a thorn bush
that he might see the bear.
To find your direction, lose your compass—
like that boy McCaslin,
leaving his watch and compass draped on a thorn bush
that he might see the bear.
To be vacant of mind,
as in meditation—impossible—
thoughts never ceasing to beat on your ears—
gently kick them back
into the cloud of forgetting.
Do not move
as in meditation—impossible—
thoughts never ceasing to beat on your ears—
gently kick them back
into the cloud of forgetting.
Do not move
Let the wind speak
that is paradise
final words of a very sad man.
Be like a nay-geboym beibi.
Because the farthest and
deepest reach 