[Pilgrimage to Nowhere] • With the beautiful view, all meals provided, and the programmed group activities, it almost felt like a resort. But the only sport here was pantomime walking; the only relaxation, brute force sitting… With its rough lodgings and reveille at 4 a.m., Doi Suthep felt more like a Buddhist army barracks – a boot camp for the mind. But what army would make head-shaving optional?
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Democracy as we know it will soon fall at the feet of a
nationalistic environmentalism, a movement that may include the destruction of
the global poor among its methods of achieving "sustainability." If
the current rate of biofuels expansion continues, ethanol plants will be
using almost all of the U.S. corn crop within 5-7 years.
"What about it, Mister Healer-Dealer? Can you strut
your healin' stuff? Got me a bad knee, shoulder ain't right, arrowhead been
stuck in my leg for ten years, teeth gone or rotten, sluice line to my gut
plugged up. Not only that, but I'm spiteful with bad notions." A story from the new novel, The Drop Edge of Yonder.
In the mind, sound is not so neatly sectioned off from space, touch, words, or image. One bleeds into the next, slipping and sliding in a spiral of associations. Digital media has already begun to reflect qualities of consciousness that had been beyond the means of artists to capture. In coming years, this will only accelerate.
[The Electric Jesus] • Christianity originated in mystery schools where the rites of baptism, annointing, communion, and resurrection led initiates on a sacred path to inner knowing. But a sadistic emperor, literalist churches and 2,000 years of bad translations have covered up the origins of the greatest story yet to be told.
Friedrich Nietzche "is a man who sees the darkness, where other people think there is a light still shining." The story begins with the philosopher collapsing when he sees a horse being beaten on the street, and explodes as characters identified as the Child, the Cruel Man, and the Beautiful Woman enter the scene. The full text of this "mesmerizing tragicomic fantasia of a play" (The New York Times).