Play as Being 79

• They believe so much is at stake, these people around me who are separating and judging, minute by minute, generating their own stress and anger and holding on to it. It is so easy to resonate to their perceived reality, but instead I let it wash over me and wash away. Then is the time for faith: faith that I am in good hands, not their hands.
• Browser versions arise and they pass away. How like so many other things! These blog entries may look marginally different with Firefox 3.0 but the experience is the same.
• The image of Kuan Yin hangs, laser-cut, in the crystal block perched above my desk: an illusion of her form within an illusion of form.
• I am making a record: ink or graphite on paper, or twists in the magnetic pattern of a rust covered disc many thousands of miles away from where I sit by the River Clyde. I think "Why am doing this?" and I am reminded of the Akashic records that are already supposed to be recording every thought, word and deed. How can that work? "Easily," I think, as Being pervades all and is all.