"The spiritual life can never be made suburban," said Howard Masey. "It is always frontier and we who live in it must accept and even rejoice that it remains untamed."
This quote brings to mind a quote from the Gospel of John: Chapter 8 verse 3 in the King James Version reads : "The wind bloweth where it listeth. and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is everyone that is born of the Spiritt."
I was going to make all wars to cease
Before breakfast. Before lunch
I was going to take 100 Dalmatians and
Fifty-six firetrucks and shut down hell
By eleven a.m. I had read an issue of
The Journal of Near Death Studies
And realized hell was mostly frozen over and
My firetrucks would only make matters worse.
It was quiet though, all wars ceasing before
Breakfast, Nietzsche, Marx, Lenin, and Hitler were enjoying a card game.
Schweitzer and Gandhi walked around on
Eggshells, pondering the first day of the thousand-year ceasefire.
Did I have regrets making Man in my own image?
Was it right for me to hide from Nietzsche when
He came looking for me? Did I learn to hide from
Adam, or did he learn to hide from me?
At 1 p.m. it was croquet with the prophet
Moses and Presley at Graceland. We talked about the
Artichoke salad, Howard Finster's spelling and decided to
Take the next bus to Texas and visit the Cadillac Ranch.
