finished john burdets book, left me feeling somewhat strange as it will be a long time before i read a book that good again. he's a brilliantly acute commentator, i resonate with the main character, it's absurd how we have developed similar perceptions of reality, his through his buddhist path and discipline and i through my own, the result is the same. we know what the truth is of maya, we have both feet in all doors as we migrate through our pains and move towards liberation. life times of wisdom eventually something sinks in, it's the law of numbers, i'm no saint karma has released me from such mindless classifications, i am wandering the bodhisatta realms, a little sad, heartbroken maybe, but i know what that is now, and i know what i have to do with it.
that voodoo love god inside me turns on some powerful mojo when necessary.