Dharma.
It’s the damnedest thing.
Not to mix metaphysical and cultural paradigms here.
We are born into a life we have no business pretending to understand, and, if we spend too much time pondering that, we either drive ourselves crazy or become paralyzed, frozen in the amber of our own, absurd ontological dialectic…
Like a deer, you can stare, transfixed, into the oncoming light of something you can’t decide is destiny or chaos or both… surrendering with the thought that, whatever it is, it’s probably bigger than you.
Or you can act like a human.
And run like hell.
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lyrics
Angel’s Vacation
He tried to do what was right
but it always turned out wrong
the heavenly host was not impressed
and he had to blow out of town
he came down to earth near Phoenix
in the middle of the summertime
he walked to the first bar he saw
and ordered whiskey, beer, and wine
An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day
He pushed the desk clerk to a breakdown
and drove the other guests away
he punched out the hotel detective
and ran off with the pretty dark eyed maid
They laid out on the lam for 40 days and nights
and on the 41st they had to rest
the pretty dark eyed maid was all worn out
and the angel was scared to death
he knew they’d have no trouble tracking him down
angels have this certain glow
and when they said it was time to leave
brother, then it’s time to go
An angel came down from heaven
hoping to get away
he stewed in the hotel bar all night
and baked by the pool all day
(C)1990,2009, TK Major
