Unconsciously our species from the cave

have valued sex and violence

for their ability to lose or overcome the body.

Academics point often to these two behaviors,

Sex and violence as if

they are drivers of evolution or just inherent in the way we are.

They are unaware of the cerebra's strategem.

In our higly sexualized civilization, the greatest in the history of our species, does it have to be explained that sex like violence is an escape for the cerebra from the body and its limits? Like violence there are other obvious escapes like sadism or a corner of the fetish store.

Evolution would fail if it relied on using sex or violence to foster progress.

wASTE

reading  shelves

accounts

volumes  found

trips & girls taken

less  than  a  gig

blue  hand

slight  scratch

effort  for  memory

forgotten

lesson  in  NOW

regretting glum earth

        a vital bean child wrestles

   for sky reflection

Swiss cafe

 Suicide Tourism

John M Grohol PsyD :

As you may have heard, an American traveled to Switzerland two years ago and enjoyed the Swiss’ openness to assisted suicide. After paying a nonprofit the 10,000 Swiss francs (about $8,300), Craig Ewert drank a glass of water laced with sodium pentobarbital and died within 30 minutes. Under Swiss law he had a right to kill himself. The reason this is new news is that British television just showed the suicide on one of their networks in the past week. He left a note for his gravesite:

Stranger,

Beneath this cone, in unconsecrated ground,

A friend to the liberties of mankind directed

His body to be inured.

May the example contribute to emancipate thy

Mind from the idle fears of Superstition

And the wicked arts of Priesthood.

In America, we too often value quantity over quality. Give me more, more, more!! But some people do value quality.

Would love travel reports.

"Men died calmly before the Christian era, and since, without Christianity."

-Byron(1820)

Greek poets said that in the golden age -- men died and passed away as if mastered by Sleep.

Tell monseigneur I am going to seek the great Perhaps

Draw the curtain, the farce is over.

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer a sea-change

into something rich and strange.

Listen

When I am dead

take me back to the beach

Raise the black sails

Whistle for a wind

Lash mourners to the masts

Bid the sailors row

We will sing as we go

W/lewd & lawless sea-chants

split the billow

So I can't ...I can't say I regret it...If I
had to do it over again, I think I would have ...a...a gone more
for the ...a...quiet...a...
undemonstrative little artist plodding
away in his own garden trip.

shooting the day

no more BIG novels

changing you

not from me

sold it all for so little

printed neurosis on a drive

existence for me in 30..


messageboards  in 30 

30 years of commentary from all

about it all

hundred years 

a precise almost infinite conception 

alien invasion will be much easier


almost thought           or maybe I am


wandering in my head across the interfields

will I hurt myself