Living on The Moon

I’ve stopped going into A channel so I can now be a poet/philosopher/medieval warlord full time now. It is an intense introspective experience. I can see what Thoreau was saying when he said it would destroy most men to look into their soul. If he didn’t say it explicitly it was part of the theme. Certainly others have said it, but it came out as gibberish from the madness of looking inside and seeing what’s there. I don’t mean a cursory look, but to really isolate parts of your identity and examine it piece by piece. Its what i have undertaken now. A harrowing, wonderful, and escalating experience. I’m inspired to try because of the Sages who have done it and have come out the other side speaking truth to beauty. Contemporary Canadian examples include Leonard Cohen and Neil Young, but throughout history Moses, Marcus Aurelius, Confucius, St. Augustine and Lao Tze are included in the mix. I am not these men (women too: Like Simone Weil), I am not even worthy of this web page, or fit for print. I mean last night I was hanging out with hippies and drug whores. I keep company like Jesus, but enough of this mess. I mean what is the point of thinking about ordinary thoughts, look at the interest rates, and price of real estate, I won’t own a house in my meager lifetime!! The whole world has become a twisted version of Tom Wolf’s ‘Bonfire of the Vanities.’ Whatever then, time to mediate on Leonard Cohen and have a glass of Carmen, my favorite red wine originating from Chile. It has a smokey brandy flavor with rich tannins that warms my spirit. That is enough, no need to consider long term interest, when the world is needlessly complex. I should just get a monks name and get on with it. But I still care, even if I will never own a home, there is one thing I have faith will come to fruition. I shall walk on the moon one day. I know technology will bring us there soon as a permanent colony. I’m counting on it, cause I shall own my first home there.