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@divegeester said
No, I was commenting on you doing so after your being called out by Rookie in the GF.

a comic strip imagining of the nature of god

this particular strip is safe for work
not so for 98% of the website

https://www.oglaf.com/

Heaven is calm and clear,
Earth is stable and peaceful.
Beings who lose these
Qualities die,
While those who emulate
Them live.
Calm spaciousness is the
House of spiritual light;
Open selflessness is the
Abode of the Way.

~ Huai-nan-tzu

On the Ning Nang Nong
Where the Cows go Bong!
and the monkeys all say BOO!
There's a Nong Nang Ning
Where the trees go Ping!
And the tea pots jibber jabber joo.

Spike Milligan

We witness a passing phase of eternity.
Important things happen but some people never notice.
Accidents intervene. You are not present at episodes. You depend on reports.
People shutter their minds. What good are reports? History in a news account?
Preselected at an editorial conference, digested and excreted by prejudice?
Accounts you need seldom come from those who make history.
Diaries, memoirs and autobiographies are subjective forms of special pleading.
Archives are crammed with such suspect stuff.

- Darwi Odrade

@ghost-of-a-duke said
Rookie said he prattled on.

Butterflies and zebras
and moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

Hendrix

@divegeester said
Butterflies and zebras
and moonbeams and fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

Hendrix

In an earthen jar at break of day
I dip clean cold water,
Shift it to the stone kettle,
Boil it on a broken slab.
Pine winds from ten thousand peaks
I offer in one sip,
Then gather my sleeves together,
Walk by the waterside.

~ Chieh-shih Chih-p’eng (13th c)

The lone tip of Wonder Peak is
Beyond any climber’s reach.
One can only see white clouds
Drifting this way and that.
Thick pine and cypress forests
How old could they be?
Still, in rare moments birds
Along the steep cliffs sing.

~ Daito (1282-1334)

Mountain home walking,
You don’t step on dust,
Seldom meet anyone;
Who’s ashamed to be poor?
Tired? Then rest.
What do you need a mat for?
Forget about the form
And the shadow will disappear.

~ Gensei (1623-1668)

Cut in thirds, split in half,
How can truth be expressed?
Can one see beyond white clouds
With the naked eye?
The monks still have not come
Back from Mt. Kukkuapada.
The leaves of the sutra
Merely stir a sad wind.

~ Daito (1282-1334)