The End of Suffering

There is an end to suffering. The end to suffering is the eightfold noble path. If you seek to walk the razor's edge, beware the vanity of crucifixes. Even more, mind that you do not drink the grape juice and eat the jeez-its. Look...look...look to the library. Follow the fellow who follows a dream. Relinquish your need to circulate and technicate. Vomit the desire for oration and dissertation. Reference is David's Star. Ever seen it? Understand that there is only hope in letting go. There is some wonderful horizon beyond. Ride out east over the plains. Roll over the hills. You will see dark stands of pines, which define the grassy vastness of possibilty. Though it seems a desert, though it seems empty...the clouds and blue and green and gray will show you, even more than mountains, how much it will never matter as much as you think it will. The smell of clean will consume you. If you do not open your heart, your head, and your mind; if you do not bend on your knees and find the wonder of service, you will be frozen alive as this wonderful electro-dawn breaks. Even so...we had

planned it. Troll!!!