...about all of ES's past sins.

What I do know is that the BELIEF in uncorrectable error, or SIN, by two or more is enough to breathe life into its reality.

The problem on planet Earth, I would argue, is that people want to believe in sin. People want to believe that no one ever changes their basic nature, no matter what.

And I would agree with this contention, except for one small point.

Most people spend a great deal of their lives evading and eluding their awareness of their basic nature. Meaning that what most people believe to be their basic nature is a gnat on the arse of the actual entity.

We can't correct what we didn't create or make. Our personalities, however, are something that we make and, given the proper motivation, can change them completely. The older we get, the harder this task becomes, but it is by no means impossible.

...not all there, but here.

Karma being what it is.

Teaching and learning happen all at once, generally. When they don't, we know we're dealing with a temporary situation. Some call it, "life," but that seems too limiting to me.

I once saw Carlos Mencia tear into some older women who were all a twitter at his reckless sense of humor. It was a funny line, but I left feeling empty inside. I had just been drained. Not only of my cash, but of my sense of wonder. Someone just stole my joy.

The little fascist prick. I still got laid that night, but I haven't watched him perform in years. I don't need to. Like diarrehea and 1970's pornography, we all know how it ends. If you like anal, it's good. If you can live without it, it just hurts in addition to being humiliating.

I told Eric to shut the fuck up and do the next right thing. But in a nice way. Something like, "do the next right thing to do and then shut the fuck up about it." A turn of phrase means everything to the spiritually bereft. The morally bankrupt can't generally be reached for a comment in mid-spawn, but do seem to be quite suggestible immediately thereafter.

As for everyone else, there are no words. And if there were, they would only make the profound seem absolutely mundane. Then we'd know we were REALLY staring into the BIG EMPTY. The dark sucker. The place that proclaims to be illuminated because all the light hangs around. But it's not really light, it's just sucking dark in the proscribed manner.

Some people give off alot of light because what they always are can no longer be held in abeyance. Some people give off alot of light because they suck dark with an unimaginably voracious appetite.

Look for shadows. That's how you know the difference. Dark suckers don't make shadows on the faces and the places that they go. They probably don't even have a reflection, so efficient they are at gobbling up what's available for fun and for free.

As for my teachability, I haven't a clue. I get taught from afar quite often now, so I don't know. When it was in my face the irony was so intense that I only felt magnetized by my own ire. Now I am wholeheartedly engaged before I can decide what's working and what's not. But it doesn't get anywhere close to absorption until I am certain there is something better than Brand X bullshit staring me in the face.

If my heart gets touched, someone knew how to get there. Not for fun, but for real. If that person turns out to be just another dark sucker, so what. It's hard for me to be surprised by the ingenuity of human narcissism anymore.

All I know now is that it's not the words on the page that do the turning, but me. And it's been in-between pages where my heart has always been touched, not the black parts hiding all the light that comes from behind.

Is that narcissistic? Maybe that's just a word designed to throw us off scent with its perjorative meaning. Maybe narcissism isn't the issue. Maybe it's our shock at the fact that everyone has been bitten by the same snake and no one wants to talk about it.

That's what I think. No, that's what I know. And my certainty about that fact pisses people off. But that's only because they're certain about something, too, they just don't know what the hell it is, or what to call it. When you tell them in no uncertain terms, it pisses them off. They feel guilty, but before that feeling can even find a home, before it can even stick to a brain cell, they will throw it back at you.

So get yourselves another dark sucker before the one you think you've found causes you to go blind.