Posted: Mon Mar 29, 2004 9:59 pm
hmmm, ok, everyone out, I've got plans for this garden...
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 2:28 am
get your own garden dragonbreath!
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 2:32 am
no, this one is just right for growing my "special plants"
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 2:43 am
And your special plants are just right for my specialplanticide. 
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 2:46 am
you don't be coming anywhere near my special plants! Ya hear??!! 
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 2:50 am
in that case, no prob! **envisions the psychodelic fragrance of "magic lilies" wafting throung the air** 
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 1:10 pm
*revs up weedwhacker*
Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 5:47 pm
dANdeLION with a weedwhacker? 
Brace yourselves for the Great Purging...
Brace yourselves for the Great Purging...Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2004 6:57 pm
Correction; dANdeLION with a Nuclear Weedwacker. Great Purge indeed.
Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2004 4:34 pm
excerpt from the Bhagavata Purana-
I will tell you a parable of ancient understanding. Imagine a deer in a garden of flowers, his attention caught by a female in the garden. Therefore, his senses are swooning in the fragrant maze of grazing grass, humming aloud with honey bees, where she moves. Thus distracted, he does not taste the scent of wolves, that wait ahead of him, hungry for blood. Nor does he hear the arrow at his back, that kills him at the heart.
Need I say it? The deer is Man in the ordinary way. He is the soul, involved with mind and senses. Flimsy passion wanders in the company of thighs. But lovers are like flowers. Their blossom is sudden, and suddenly it is gone. Attention wanders in the garden of the senses. Therefore, Life Itself is spent, in payment for exaggerations of taste and touch. But all our superficial pleasures and all our moving desires are themselves nothing more than the mechanical achievements of vagrant attention. A lifetime is nothing more than self-illusion, a temporary and troubled distraction from the Bliss of Eternal Transcendence.
While the soul sleeps in an unmindful state, attention wanders into realms of possibility. Now we are absorbed in sexual love, clinging to the household sounds of lovers and children. Like the deer in the garden, our ears are occupied with creaturely conversation, and our senses are fixed upon the taste and odor of the petty object we are born to Idolize.
Thus exiled in our dreamy houses, the years of days and nights pass unnoticed in their suddenness. But we are always fed upon by search and satisfaction, as by wolves in secret, unconscious, unobserved in our deadly meditation. Suddenly, the garden is undressed. Suddenly, the eloquent weapon of our devourer, who always followed us, is felt within the heart, heard within the mind, and all this Life is stolen in a moment.
Consider this well in the lesson of your own desiring. Bring the motive of the senses to rest in the mind itself. Convert the Current of Life from its worldly course, and surrender bodily, toe to crown. When the mind is thus made Full of Life, surrender it also, in the Heart.
Abandon the "married" disposition. Awaken to the Disposition of a devotee. Exceed the company of ordinary desirers, who only talk of food and sex and casual amusement. Yield attention to the Life and Self of all. Be Absorbed in the Living God, and thus transcend every kind of experience.
I will tell you a parable of ancient understanding. Imagine a deer in a garden of flowers, his attention caught by a female in the garden. Therefore, his senses are swooning in the fragrant maze of grazing grass, humming aloud with honey bees, where she moves. Thus distracted, he does not taste the scent of wolves, that wait ahead of him, hungry for blood. Nor does he hear the arrow at his back, that kills him at the heart.
Need I say it? The deer is Man in the ordinary way. He is the soul, involved with mind and senses. Flimsy passion wanders in the company of thighs. But lovers are like flowers. Their blossom is sudden, and suddenly it is gone. Attention wanders in the garden of the senses. Therefore, Life Itself is spent, in payment for exaggerations of taste and touch. But all our superficial pleasures and all our moving desires are themselves nothing more than the mechanical achievements of vagrant attention. A lifetime is nothing more than self-illusion, a temporary and troubled distraction from the Bliss of Eternal Transcendence.
While the soul sleeps in an unmindful state, attention wanders into realms of possibility. Now we are absorbed in sexual love, clinging to the household sounds of lovers and children. Like the deer in the garden, our ears are occupied with creaturely conversation, and our senses are fixed upon the taste and odor of the petty object we are born to Idolize.
Thus exiled in our dreamy houses, the years of days and nights pass unnoticed in their suddenness. But we are always fed upon by search and satisfaction, as by wolves in secret, unconscious, unobserved in our deadly meditation. Suddenly, the garden is undressed. Suddenly, the eloquent weapon of our devourer, who always followed us, is felt within the heart, heard within the mind, and all this Life is stolen in a moment.
Consider this well in the lesson of your own desiring. Bring the motive of the senses to rest in the mind itself. Convert the Current of Life from its worldly course, and surrender bodily, toe to crown. When the mind is thus made Full of Life, surrender it also, in the Heart.
Abandon the "married" disposition. Awaken to the Disposition of a devotee. Exceed the company of ordinary desirers, who only talk of food and sex and casual amusement. Yield attention to the Life and Self of all. Be Absorbed in the Living God, and thus transcend every kind of experience.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 2:19 pm
Put down your Dr. Suess and answer me this, Danlo. Why does a journey of 1000 miles start with a single step? Wouldn't it be faster to take a car?
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 2:20 pm
It depends on the quality of the road and how much gas costs per litre.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 3:58 pm
...because you have to "step" on the gas pedal, in anycase...(besides walking is more environmentally friendly )
)Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 4:43 pm
Ahhh. Thank you. I'm enlightened now.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 5:47 pm
Why must the journey be taken at all? The first step is not needed if the destination is unworthy of the effort. I say stay put. The grass is always greener so get over it and enjoy your present for the future is uncertain and I've lost my train of thought.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:08 pm
Tom C is right, in a sense..to paraphrase,
Without looking out of your window
you may know the ways of heaven
Without walking out of your door
you may know the ways of man
The farther one travels the less one knows
Without looking out of your window
you may know the ways of heaven
Without walking out of your door
you may know the ways of man
The farther one travels the less one knows
hjhg
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:11 pm
mmm, I have to think about that. Itis an interesting point
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 7:12 pm
I once heard Sting say "The more I learn the less sure of myself I am."
I totaly agree.
I totaly agree.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 8:17 pm
The more I learn of you the less sure I am, that's for sure.
Posted: Fri Apr 02, 2004 9:37 pm
I detect a love-hate relationship between you two.