You traded in your origin story, for Origin Story 2.0. You fucked with the details until you were happy. You had something truly original. Homo sapiens, essential as ever. Oh, look, now Jesus is a UFO. You traded in your origin story. But I don’t think you traded up—oh, no! (OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense.) Thanks but no thanks. I’ll show myself to the door. I showed up late for your group meditation at the New Age bookstore. Thanks but no thanks. I’ve never even seen this flavor of Kool-Aid before. (OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK, I guess it makes sense. But wait. I guess it makes sense. OK.) They gave you a Japanese name to replace your English name. But the first one suited you fine. Also, there’s a leak in the roof of the zendo. Thought that building was only a year old. Might wanna call and complain. // I’m one to get into ridiculous conversations, like how aliens landed and started our civilizations. Or how everything is energy and we are made of light, and if you just try to have a beautiful now you’ll be alright. I’m one to hop the bandwagon on theories that assume that our brains are this evolved because of magical mushrooms. And that it’s possible to hear the thoughts of the person in the next room. And that the monetary system is gonna crash and go boom, but I don’t know. Sounds nice, but I don’t know. And I’m one to entertain notions of past and future lives, but if I’m honest I don’t even know if there’s another side. And after years of searching, I had to finally realize no one has a clue, and if they say they do they’re telling lies. And it should come as no surprise that we’ve got blinders on our eyes. And we’re like hamsters on a wheel just trying to reach up the prize. The paradox is such that I hope it cuts us down to size. It might be that to know nothing is to truly be wise, but I don’t know. Sounds nice, but I don’t know. And I’m one human, one light bulb to be illumined. I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven. I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving, in a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in. I’m one human, one light bulb to be illumined. I'm done assuming anything at all can be proven. I sought stillness, but noticed I was always moving, in a world that can be pretty hard to find a groove in.