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The Buddhists say we all take turns, being one kind of thing and then another. They seem to have a lot of good ideas about how to break down the intricate, high walls our ego erects around the little button of our soul, trying in vain to protect it.

The Buddhists would say there is nothing to protect, and nothing to be protected from.

I yet reserve judgement on this.

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After several months of hopeful, if incremental, progress, the Wild Woman of Borneo has gone off the reservation.

Whereabouts unknown.

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Maybe it only seems like utter destruction. From this vantage point it’s hard to tell. Of course, by the time we figure it out, we’ll all have been swept so far downstream that the knowledge of whether some past event was what it seemed like it was back when it happened will be of small comfort either way.

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There is all kinds of destruction afoot. Women swinging axes at the foundations, monkeys with fire poker peg-legs crying doom, dog-bite curs underfoot, embers and soot in the air all around. Just because the devil is urging them on doesn’t mean what they’re doing is all bad, right?

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Just making room for the new.

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It could be that I am the most fearful little boy there ever was.

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Namaste.

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