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hiking like a Chinese Saint to Nowhere for no reason

It is 4:20 PM late Saturday afternoon. It is a warm sunny day. I can feel Autumn in the air these days. The trees are changing color and dropping leaves.

I got up this morning around 6 o'clock AM. When I got up it was still dark outside. When I came upstairs Carol was also getting up to face Time flow circle. I made a fresh pot of coffee and took my morning pills.

Carol left the house around 8:45 AM for a event at her church. I spent the morning writing in my paper diary and reading from a volume titled, '"Dominus Illuminatio Mea" Commentary On The Davidic Psalms', Volume II Psalms 26-50 By Denis The Carthusian Translation & Introduction by Andrew M. Greenwell. I also filmed this morning a short video for my Youtube channel.

I turned on the TV around 1 o'clock PM to watch a college football game. The game ended around 4:10 PM and Carol is taking a short nap. The day goes by. I have already put away my paper diary for the day and plan to wait for nightfall. I did read before watching college football from a book titled, 'Naked Angels: The Lives and Literature of the Beat Generation' biography by John Tytell.

Last night I mainly read from these two books, 'The Dharma Bums' A Novel by Jack Kerouac and 'Pessoa: A Biography' by Richard Zenith.

I decided last night around 6:30 PM to mow our lawn front and back. I noticed today our front lawn is turning brown. We need rain because everything is drying up. I will close with a quote from the 'the Dharma Bums' by Kerouac-

'"Give me another slug of that jug. How! Ho! Ho!" Japhy leaping up. "I've been reading Whitman, know what he says. "Cheer up slaves, and horrify foreign despots," he means that's the attitude for the Bard, the Zen Lunacy bard of old desert paths, see the whole thing is a world full of rucksack wanders, Dharma Bums refusing to subscribe to the general demand that they consume production and therefore have to work for the privilege of consuming, all that crap they didn't really want anyway such as refrigerators, TV sets, cars, at least new fancy cars, certain hair oils and deodorants and general junk you finally always see a week later in the garbage anyway, all of them imprisoned in a system of work, produce, consume, work, produce, consume, I see a vision of a great rucksack revolution thousands or even millions of young Americans wandering around with rucksack, going up to mountains to pray, making children laugh and old men glad, making young girls happy and old girls happier, all of 'em Zen Lunatics who go about writing poems that happen to appear in their heads for no reason and also being kind and also by strange unexpected acts keep giving visions eternal freedom to everybody and to all living creatures. . ." pg. 97, 98 'The Dharma Bums' A Novel by Jack Kerouac

4:44 p.m. - 2022-08-27


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